The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One Michiko Mori’s fingers were black with grease as she wiped the sump pump, the metal cold and slick under her gloves. The convoy Kaze groaned around her, a low vibration that she felt in her teeth rather than heard, a constant reminder that they were moving, always moving, through the endless fog of the generation ship’s lower decks. She was thirty-two, and the air in the maintenance...

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