Chapter 3 · free to read
Eleven seconds of open black. Kestrel-9 had held. Something had come in with the cold.
Nothing had walked out of that breach. The prints started three paces inside it anyway.
0347 hours. He counted the prints without meaning to. Fourteen. Then galley.
Palen Voss had not answered his door for six hours. Palen Voss was making tea.
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