The Faded Dust
Chapter One Vladimir Beridze remembered the smell of the salt pans before he remembered the face of his father, a memory that had outlived the man who made it, settling into the porous walls of the hydroponics bay like the fine dust of a dead world. He stood now in the shared kitchen of the generation ship Kestrel, the north wind howling against the hull plating, a physical fact that ended all...
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