The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I was prying the rusted bolt from the hull plate when the metal began to pulse. The sound was wet, a rhythmic thud that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into my spine. It was not the engine. The engine had been dead for three days, choked on its own exhaust, and the air in the sleep bay was already turning thick and gray. I looked down at the wrench in my hand, then at the seam of...

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