The Pale Tower
Chapter One "You cannot keep holding the breath of the dead, Mahmoud Othman." The physician, Dr. Haddad, did not look at the scribe. He looked at the bone pendant hanging from the King’s neck, a pale curve of calcium that seemed to drink the dim light of the orbital station’s lower deck. The air in the maintenance airlock smelled of ozone and wet wool, a scent that had settled into the fabric...
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