Chapter 1 · free to read
Forty light-hours from anywhere, Kestrel-9 listened to a silence that never answered. Until tonight, it did.
0311 hours. A carrier wave on a dead channel.
A distress call from a ship that would not exist for four decades. He should have logged it as noise. He didn't.
Eighty-nine seconds. He counted them without meaning to.
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