The Pale Bridge
I Everyone knew the air scrubber filter was overdue, yet Tauno Makela kept cataloging the woolen shawl as if the dust would not settle. He worked in the basement of the Palace of Records, a dome city built on the bones of a generation ship, where the light from the lanterns hissed like a warning. His sister, Aino, had died three years ago, and the shawl whispered her name in a voice that...
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