The Distant Summer

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Anirut Sangkharat’s hands were slick with the condensation of the hydroponic bay as he tightened the lashing on his pack, the cracked ceramic bowl nestled against his hip like a second heartbeat. The dry cold of the station’s night cycle bit through his thin work shirt, preserving the ache in his joints with a clarity that felt personal, almost malicious. He was twelve, and he was leaving. The...

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