The Distant Threshold
The colony’s morning shift began with the hiss of the hydroponics bay, a mechanical breath that replaced the wind. Forty-seven of Lantern Yard was the old name for the district, though no one remembered why. Lucia Gallardo wiped condensation from the glass dome, her left hand trembling against the cold surface. She was here to clear her brother’s name, but the town saw only the stain of their...
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