The Golden Oath
Chapter One The colony stirred in the blue half-light of the mid-voyage, a thousand souls waking in the tin-clad dormitories of the Cornwall sector, their breath fogging the cold glass of the airlocks. I stood at the porthole, watching the false spring break over the synthetic cliffs, the light turning the water into a sheet of hammered silver that seemed to stretch out forever. My name, Frank...
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