As the Meteor limped away from the debris field, the crew sat in the galley, nursing cups of synthetic coffee. Thorne looked out the viewport at the receding dust cloud. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of static—a ghostly, canine shape running alongside their hull, keeping pace with the ship’s engines.
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