The Distant Promise
The question that kept Nadia Haddad awake was not whether her father would survive the night, but why the alchemical salts were failing to hold back the Grey Rot, a blight that ate organic matter with the patient hunger of a tide. She stood in the hydroponics bay, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and rotting kelp, watching the grey fuzz creep across the leaves of the last healthy...
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