The Distant Summer

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Chapter One I have spent the last three days sitting in the corner of the maintenance bay, listening to the hum of the ventilation fans, trying to remember if I ever actually saw Donato’s face before he walked off the station. The air here smells of ozone and old liniment, a dry, chemical scent that sticks to the back of the throat. I am Crescencio Valenzuela, a repair quota worker with no...

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