The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Lester Layton’s hands were deep inside the airlock’s hydraulic seal, twisting the calibration bolt with a wrench that had been repaired three times. The smell hit him first, a sharp, metallic tang of ozone and old grease that coated the back of his throat. He was the maintenance chief, a title that meant he fixed the leaks while others debated the price of oxygen. Outside the...
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