The Pale Verdict
The airlock maintenance chief Anders Forsberg stood before the heavy oak door of the staff dormitory, his hand resting on the grain which had gone soft and spongy under the weight of the recent pressure fluctuation. He was thirty-two years old, a fact that felt less like a milestone and more like a debt accruing interest in the humid air of the fjord village, where the polytunnels on the...
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