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The Threshold of Our Reach

It was a deathbed recantation. The Astronaut lay, sunken and frail amidst his bedclothes, as they set up their equipment. There was a window on the other side of the bed, framing a portion of the nearby mountain range.

“Beautiful view you’ve got,” said the man from NASA. “Peaceful.” Remote.

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The stink’s been bothering me since I stepped into the box. It’s mostly the same stink you get in all unpriv’d boxes, sweat and plastic-seal and unwash. Not my problem, really, I’m just here to mop the floors, make the foodprepper counter all cleaned up. But there’s something under the regular smell, and it’s coming from the wall.

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