The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One The orbital dock hummed with the low, grinding friction of a thousand joints straining against the vacuum, a mechanical respiration that vibrated through the soles of Kartika Rusli’s boots and settled deep in her marrow. She stood on the catwalk overlooking the strait, where the pine-land forests of the lower deck had gone to beetle-kill, their brown, brittle husks clinging to the...
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