The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One "Seal it up, Yelena, before the lease expires and the rent doubles." The voice belonged to Kosta, the clerk, but it carried the weight of the entire charter that no one had read. Yelena Gevorgyan did not look up from the crate. She was a customs inspector on the mid-voyage generation ship Krasnoyarsk, thirty-four years old, and her hands were shaking from the cold that seeped...
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