Chapter 18

The merchant decks of Blackpoint were a scavenger’s paradise, provided you liked your paradise underlit, overpopulated, and several degrees above body temperature. Every meter of corridor was lined with repurposed kiosks and open crates, each vendor howling their wares in a dozen dialects. The air was a soup of spices, and whatever passed for food on the cheaper planets.

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