The Wistful Dinner

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The air in the habitat tasted of recycled salt and old copper. Morag Galloway stood in the queue for the ferry to the outer ring, her left hand resting against the railing, the black stain on her palm pulsing in time with the hydraulic hum of the vessel. She was forty-two, a hydrologist by charter, but in practice she scrubbed the condensation from the lower decks, a job that kept her pension...

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