The Wistful Petal
Ga-eun Yeo remembered the smell of the medical bay first: a cloying mix of antiseptic and stale ozone, the scent of a place where bodies were kept in stasis until the paperwork said otherwise. He stood in the corridor of the colony’s administrative wing, the air thin and recycled, pressing his thumb against the biometric scanner that refused to recognize his fatigue. He needed the clearance for...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews