The Distant Temple

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My hands were still wet when I reached for the brass key to the airlock, the metal slick and cold against the sweat, and I could feel the rebel’s blood drying in the crevices of my knuckles, a rust-colored crust that no amount of scrubbing with the recycled rag would lift. The engine room behind me held that wrong silence, the kind that settles after a turbine fails, a vacuum that presses...

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