The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"Two more days, Gethin. Then the oxygen bill comes due, and we are done." Elara’s voice was thin, stretched over the hum of the recycler. Gethin Merrick did not look up from the hydroponic tray on the night desk. The greens were struggling, their leaves pale and curled, a small, desperate garden in the belly of the convoy. He adjusted the pH balance, a routine task that had become a ritual of...

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