The Wistful Mirror

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Gunnar Nystrom’s hands were already deep in the hydroponic tray, the struggling greens slick with nutrient sludge and the heavy, wet mud of the sawmill edge, when the first shard of the Mirror of Sorrow struck his shoulder. He did not flinch, though the pain was a sharp, bright thing against the dull ache of his berth mortgage, the debt that kept him tethered to this orbit while the rival boat,...

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