The Distant Promise

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I "Is it a forgery, Thyra?" Master Aldous asked, his voice flat as the frozen harbor outside. The smell of ozone and wet wool hung heavy in the orbital loading dock, a briny tang that coated the back of Thyra Jensen’s throat. She clutched the cracked porcelain bowl, its glaze chipped where her knuckles whitened against the ceramic. "The ink," she said, her voice trembling not with fear but with...

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