Chapter 6 · free to read
No law, no flag, no manifest inspections. Every courier in the Reach learns to fly here and most of them learn to stop.
Not one memory. Forty thousand, packed into a canister the size of a thumb and posted like a parcel.
YOMI. The colony had not just held a memory. It had held an address, and the fleet had spent forty thousand lives making sure nobody could read it.
It would be four hundred thousand in six days. She did not know that yet. She was busy being insulted.
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