The Wistful Witness
Etienne Noel held a berth mortgage on the generation ship Aurore, a debt that bled from her salary like water through cracked stone, and she knew with the cold certainty of a ledger that her only way out was the tenure position the board had promised to the man who had been quietly fixing her mistakes for three years. The light in the archive was thin and hard, the alpine sun of the habitat...
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