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“No,” Valerius said. “We’re going home.”

It wasn't a planet. It was a wound.

“Noted,” Valerius grunted. He rounded a bend and found the hull peeled back like a tin of rations. Beyond the torn metal hung Santa Astarta. stranded on santa astarta

An hour later, the Hauler screamed through Santa Astarta’s thin, cold atmosphere. Valerius gripped a jump-seat as the craft shook apart. Below, the ruin rushed up—not a city, but a canyon of black stone towers, each one carved with saints and angels whose faces had been scoured away by ten millennia of acidic wind. “No,” Valerius said

Silence. The kind of silence that has weight. the ruin rushed up—not a city