Chapter 2 · free to read
The Meridian would not launch for forty years. But it had already condemned everyone aboard Kestrel-9.
The hologram counted them without looking round the room.
Frost on the deck plates in a corridor the heaters had been holding all winter.
The cabin was cold in a way the rest of the station was not. Cold like something had opened it to the black and closed it again.
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