
by Ran Harkon
"The light here is wrong. Doubled. Layered. The sky burns with hues that have no names." Kron was a smuggler from Proxima Centauri, a man used to the cold calculations of warp jumps and cargo manifests. But when a wormhole malfunction spits his freighter into an uncharted system, he finds himself crashing onto Urk—a planet being slowly cremated by two colliding suns.
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