The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Idris Nurdin wiped the grease from his forearms, the smell of old oil sharp in his nose, and checked the gauge on the airlock one last time. He was thirty-two, a junior hydrologist, and he was packing his desk to leave for the provincial post, driven by a desperate need to secure a marriage alliance with the wealthy merchant’s daughter to escape his family’s debt. He noticed the...
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