Chapter 15 · free to read
Not gone. Stopped. A recording with nowhere left to play.
He had expected to feel something like victory. What he felt was the cold coming out of the walls, which was, he supposed, the same thing.
Kestrel-9 warmed up by four degrees in an hour. It had been cold for two years and nobody aboard had ever known why.
Nine years he had looked out of that porthole at nothing. He looked out of it now expecting nothing, because nothing was what he had just bought.
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