The Distant Blade
Chapter One "The sensor readout is clean, Hassan. It’s a ghost." I adjusted the weight of my oxygen gauge, checking the calibration marks against the fog that pressed against the glass. The air in the maintenance airlock tasted of ozone and stale sweat. I was thirty-two, and my knees ached with the specific, grinding fatigue of a man who had spent ten years hauling hydroponic crates up the...
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