That’s just how it works when you’re a scavenger. One day a kid wanders into view, hangs around a week, then you never see them again. Maybe the slavers got them, maybe they died of starvation, maybe another scavenger put them down. Point is, you don’t think about it. All that matters is your own …

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According to authorized historians, the universe is empty. Long before my grandmother was born—long before even her grandmother was born—people spent billions of credits exploring the darkness of space. When they say empty, they don’t mean nothing else exists. There was just nothing worth finding. Eventually, we lost the passion to explore. We barely look …

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A Spell

The waif-like boy’s tale has wound a spell around me. I’m back at the slave auction, waiting for an opportunity to escape before they ink my skin. I already know the story–I was there–but the stirring voice of the slave elucidating the drama is captivating. It didn’t feel like an inspirational tale while it was …

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