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Rafian pressed his palm against the cold viewport. Below him, the last outpost—a skeletal refueling station named Patience —flickered its amber lights. Behind him, the spiral arm of the galaxy he’d been born into glowed like a slow-motion firework. Ahead: nothing. A darkness so complete it seemed to drink the starlight before it could touch his ship. rafian at the edge 50