The Pale Mist
Chapter One Giovanni Ferraro stood at the center of the banquet hall, his tunic stained with grease from the airlock maintenance bay, and he knew with a cold, physical certainty that the promotion to Commander was his only way out of the debt that held his family’s future in a vice. The hall smelled of roasted meat and expensive wine, but to Giovanni, it smelled only of the metallic tang of the...
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