The Pale Meridian
Chapter One Anders Ekstrom, twelve years old and owing four months on his berth mortgage, stood at the edge of the desalination plant where the air scrubber filter was overdue for replacement, the weight of the rusted canister in his hands a constant, grinding reminder of the colony’s decay. The unseasonal cold had settled into the joints of the orbital station, a physical fact that the charter...
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