The Faded Attic
The hydraulic seal on the ice-hauler’s primary valve groaned, a sound like a bone cracking under pressure, and Frank Aldridge tightened the wrench until his knuckles whitened against the cold steel. He was thirty years old, a senior repair engineer on the orbital station Perseverance, and he needed this quota cleared before the shift change to keep his position, but the humidity inside the...
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