The Distant Journey
Chapter One Thị Trang’s hands were already deep in the sludge of the desalination pump, her fingers blackened and slick with the oily residue that coated everything in the lower deck, when Director Lam’s shadow fell across the workbench, cutting off the pale light of the single bulb. She did not look up, knowing the weight of his presence was heavier than the rusted valve she was trying to...
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