The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Could the glass still hold a face that no longer existed? Lei Li stood before the maintenance airlock of Sector Four, his fingers trembling against the cold steel of the door frame, listening to the low, rhythmic thrum of the ventilation fans that served as the ship’s only heartbeat. He was fifty years old, a cartographer of dead worlds, and he had only until the autumn solstice to clear his...

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