The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I The vault smelled of ozone and old rust, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a bad taste. I was thirty-two, an airlock maintenance chief on the Perseverance, a generation ship where the air was recycled and the jobs were inherited like debts. I wanted my identity back. Not a paper file, but the weight of who I was before I broke. What stood against him was the whisper in my...

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