Author : Leanne A. Styles I reached across and tightened the strap on my kid sister’s tatty seatbelt. She grinned; through the breathing tubes, through the pain. The shuttle we’d stolen had been recently decommissioned, but so far it was holding together pretty well as we hurtled towards our destination. The poor had been exiled … Continue reading Last Chance
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