Ecuméne: the sentry

(Sentry, vueli su tele, László Mednyánszky) Sentry He was wet and muddy and hungry and cold and he was fifty thousand light-years from home. A strange blue sun gave light and the gravity, twice what he was used to, made every movement difficult.  But in tens of thousands of years this part of war hadn’t changed. The flyboys were fine with [...]

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