The Faded Quadrant
Chapter One "Quota: 12. Parts: 0. Status: Delinquent." The notice was printed on recycled fiber, brittle and smelling of wet sawdust, pinned to the door of the reclamation yard. Dinesh D'Souza did not touch it. He stood in the sleet, his orbital welding tether coiled around his waist like a sleeping serpent, the metal links cold against his hip. The village of Kalamakkada was half-submerged in...
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