The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One "You are drawing the boundary line again," the voice from the doorway was low, stripped of warmth, carrying the dry rasp of the airlock filters that had been running for nine days without a cycle. Deepak Menon did not look up from the hydroponic tray on the workbench. The greens there were struggling, their stems pale and thin against the red light of the grow lamps, a fragile,...
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