The Faded Apartment
Chapter One The pressure in the habitat cluster held steady at fourteen atmospheres, a constant weight that Walter Roudebush felt in the marrow of his bones as he descended into the gene-bank cold room. He was thirty-four, a colony hydrologist with a repair quota he could not meet because the parts had been eaten by rust and time, and he carried with him a ledger bound in oilskin, its pages...
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