The Wistful Letter
Chapter One "We’re out of filters again, aren’t we?" Fatuma Haile asked, her voice flat against the hum of the ventilation shaft. The air in the lower level of the stone habitat tasted of wet limestone and stale copper. It was a thick, physical weight that settled in the lungs before the eyes could adjust to the dim amber light of the work lamps. Fatuma, the colony’s senior hydrologist, wiped...
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