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From the author: Exploring the price of peace in a time of war.
Envoy Martina Keng stepped from the airlock into the station. She leaned against a wall and slid to the floor. She crossed herself, "Sisters, give me strength." Her palms stank of grime from the walls of the clandestine facility.
She checked her watch. Pursuit was at least eighteen hours behind. For the moment she was the lone human aboard; isolated between two sworn enemies.
The aliens' retreat ships were the only ones she saw docked. Her prep team had left as planned, well ahead of the...