The Wistful Letter

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Chapter One The hull groaned, a deep, tectonic shudder that rattled the bolts in the floor of the hydrology bay, where the air tasted of recycled ozone and damp iron. Ayse Ozdemir stood before the east wall, her hand pressed flat against the cold plating, feeling the vibration travel up her arm like a pulse. She was thirty-two, a garrison officer with a mortgage on her berth that bled a third...

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