The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Afonso Henriques knew the weight of a dead machine better than the weight of a man, for in the reclamation yard of Lisbon’s dome, everything was measured in salvage value and the cold bite of the wind that stripped the washing from the lines. He was a habitat medic by necessity, a generalist who sutured wounds with thread spun from synthetic fiber and set bones with splints made...
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