The Cold Geometry of Steel and Silence Whispering from a Forgotten Frontier
CHAPTER 1: THE COLD GEOMETRY OF PERIMETERS The air inside the museum tavern tasted faintly of pressurized grease, stale draft beer, and the cold, metallic ozone bleeding down from the rafters where the massive replica of the shuttle wing hung suspended. Marcus kept his back to the brick pillar, his fingers lightly resting against the…