The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Did you know that a man can forget his own name before he forgets his debt? I asked this to the night bus driver, Mikel, as I hauled my airlock wrench across the threshold of the maintenance bay. He didn’t look up from his steering wheel, only the gears shifted with a heavy, metallic groan that echoed off the hydroponic walls. The dusting had stopped the city three hours ago, a...
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