The Distant Affair

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Homer Pell’s knee struck the metal table before his mouth could form the word confess. Chapter One The interrogation room in the Fens smelled of recycled air and wet wool, a scent that had settled into the pores of the drywall over three generations of colony maintenance. Homer, forty-five and stiff in the joints from years of drone shepherding on the high plains, sat across from a man who...

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