The Distant Metropolis
Chapter One Rania Fahmy’s fingers, stained with the black grease of the orbital welder’s kit, trembled as she adjusted the filament spool on the medical printer, the device low on its last reserve of silver polymer. She was not in the dockyard, nor was she welding the hull of a ship in the orbital cemetery bay; she was in the sealed, dust-choked archive of the ancient city, a place that smelled...
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