The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I woke with the taste of ozone and old blood in my mouth, the dream of the white text still crawling up the back of my throat. The shutter bangs all night here on the ship, a rhythmic violence that keeps us awake, but the silence inside the seed-library is worse. It smells of damp paper and the metallic tang of the air scrubber filter, overdue for change, sitting in the corner like a rusted...

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