Chapter 3 · free to read
The core was dead. But the one copy it had already mailed out into the dark was coming home.
One handheld beam and a panel throwing sparks, which was the whole of the light they had.
It came in against the dock hard enough to be heard through the hull.
His suit-lights were dimmer now. No core to feed them. He was running on a battery — same as me.
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