The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The gate smelled of wet rust and ozone. Karim Ghannam stood at the threshold of the hydroponics bay, the night cycle humming against his ribs. He held the cracked compass. It was a small thing, printed from a scan of his sister’s childhood toy, the wood grain wrong, the metal cold. The thaw outside had floated the docks, and the water lapped at the foundation stones like a patient dog. He...

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