The Distant Clue
Yusuf Celik stood in the comms relay shed, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and old rain, and held the sun-faded photograph of Earth in his hands as if it were a live wire. The image was cracked along the equator, a physical break in the blue marble that mirrored the fracture in his own mind. He had found the document in the archive three hours ago, a memo from 1988 signed by his...
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