Chapter 15 · free to read
Six lines went off the board at once. Nobody in the room was able to say what had just happened, and we had all agreed to it.
Four hundred and six ships had been kind. That was all it had ever asked for. Kindness, at range, in writing.
I burned a printer and crushed a letter and I was proud of both. Eleven days out, from a system with sixty million people breathing in it, something was already coming the other way to be helpful.
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