The Distant Promise
Chapter One "Check the flow rate on the north terrace again, Elvira. If the pressure drops below two bars, the greens die." The voice belonged to my brother, Salvo, and it came through the comms with the static of a dying signal. I was not on the north terrace. I was in the hydroponic bay, the air heavy with ozone and wet earth, staring at a tray of struggling basil. The leaves were curling,...
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