The Distant Legend
Chapter One Juan Zamora scrubbed the black grime from the velcro straps of the habitat module with a wire brush, the metal biting into the synthetic fabric until his knuckles whitened and the damp stone of the barracks floor pressed its cold weight against the soles of his boots. He was thirty years old, a junior inquisitor in the outer ring, and he wanted the promotion that would secure his...
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