The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Chapter One The ship was quiet, but the pipes were not. Renate Arnold stood in the comms relay office, her hand resting on the heavy iron console, feeling the vibration travel up her arm and into her teeth. The air scrubber filter, overdue for three months, sat on the floor, a gray brick of clogged mesh. It weighed nothing, yet it felt like it was pulling the room down. "Renate." The voice came...

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