The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the orbital bay tasted of ozone and wet concrete, a dryness that split the skin like the February wind outside. Amelie Perrin stood before the medical printer, its filament spool half-empty, and watched the red warning light blink with the rhythm of a failing heart. She was forty-two, but her hands moved with the tremor of a woman twice that age, a cost exacted by the ten years she...

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