The Distant Summer

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The water was low, and the pump was coughing its last breath into the dark. Ruth Fenwick stood in the hydroponics bay, her boots caked in the black silt of the terrace country that had swallowed the old world. The air here was thick, heavy with the smell of wet algae and the metallic tang of the filtration units that hummed a low, constant note in the walls. She was twenty-four, young for a...

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