The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink in Feng He’s dream was not black but the color of dried blood, thick as sludge, filling his lungs with the weight of the basin itself. He woke gasping, the air in his berth tasting of recycled ozone and old sweat. He was thirty-two, a desalination tech on the generation ship Shu, and he owed a mortgage on his sleeping berth that would take another decade of perfect shifts to clear....

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