The Faded River
Chapter One The convoy moved through the dark, a slow procession of lights against the void, where the airlock seals hissed and the typewriters of the pension office clattered in a rhythm that marked time for those who had nowhere else to be. In the maintenance bay, Usha Sengupta tightened the bolts on the hull plating, her hands slick with grease and the cold sweat of a woman who knew her...
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