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... all, battered escape pod. Its thin hull barely shielded its passengers from the cold black nothing that pressed against it. In the dim emergency lighting, everything felt slowed, distant—like time itself had grown heavy.
Dican sat still, cradling Bian’s unmoving hand with both of his own. The fingers were cold, but intact. Perfect, despite everything. His thumb ran carefully along the knuckles, over skin too pale to be warm. He didn’t know how long they’d been drifting—hours, days—it all ...
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