Mik wasn’t sure what time it was when she limped up to Delphine’s door—somewhere in the middle of the night cycle, or the beginning of the day cycle, too odd of an hour to find her at Moonrise.
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It was rush hour on NOMAD Station, or what passed for it. More vessels came and went during this window than any other time in the cycle. That meant the port was teeming with people—which made it the best time for Mik to act.
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True to his word—and much to Mik’s surprise—Neal was waiting for her at the docking center as the station cycled into artificial night. There was more activity than Mik would’ve expected at this hour—from the look of it, a few passenger vessels had recently docked.
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Mik woke up in a cold sweat, the sheet twisted up around her feet. The interior of her ships as dark, except for the narrow strip of auxiliary lighting that traced a path along the floor. It gave off an inconstant white glow.
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It was an ugly old station, hanging like a cast-off moon in the shadow of a gas giant—but in this moment, it was the most beautiful thing Mik had ever seen, because it was about to save her life.
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