The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Idris bin Ali’s fingers hovered over the keys, a half-second delay before impact, as if the air itself had thickened into a viscous, grey sludge that resisted the physical act of typing. He was thirty-four years old, a spotter for orbital debris in the lower berths of the generation ship Nusantara, and the task at hand was to clear a path for the cargo shuttle, but his hands were...
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