Ingrish woke me up in the middle of the night ship-time. She knelt over me and gently put a hand on my shoulder. I jumped from my resting place on the floor, recoiling at her touch. I backed into the corner of my quarters as she tried to approach. The Bakke smiled, but from the way she picked at her hands, I could tell she was unsettled. The crimson clo…
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