The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Does the glass remember the hand that broke it? Joséphine Vidrine asked the question aloud, her breath fogging in the cold air of the armory. She was thirty-two, a sentinel with a berth mortgage on the generation ship L’Étoile, and she held a hammer made of scavenged titanium. The Mirror-Knight stood before her, a doppelgänger of wet silk and bad angles. It did not speak. It waited....
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