The Distant Legend
Act I Ronan Brannigan woke with the taste of salt and iron on his tongue, the memory of a porcelain shattering so loud it seemed to crack the plaster of the ceiling above him. He lay still for a moment, listening to the hum of the airlock maintenance unit in the corner, a sound that had become as constant as his own heartbeat since the collapse of the old city. He knew what the dream meant, or...
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