The Pale Path
Chapter One Efua Frimpong’s fingers were already deep in the silt when the white ash began to fall, a fine, cold powder that coated her tongue with the metallic tang of a lie she had not yet spoken. She was thirty-two, a comms relay hermit on the generation ship’s undersea habitat cluster, and she wanted only the final pension for her mother, a sum that would clear the berth mortgage on the...
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