The Faded Guest
Chapter One Melanie Dumas remembered the weight of the air scrubber filter, overdue and clogged with red dust, as she stepped off the gangway at ninety-six of Widow's Landing. It was a heavy, rectangular block of synthetic mesh, and she carried it in her left hand like a shield against the electric air that crackled before the storm. The port was a scar of upland forest, the logging cuts fresh...
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