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Nibel awoke in a small, sterile room. It held a bed, a desk, a closet, a bookshelf, and a private shower. To anyone else, it would have been cramped and impersonal. To Nibel, who had slept on a worn-out mattress in a room with hundreds of other slaves, it was a sanctuary. He had slept so deeply...
The scale of the Imperial ship defied belief. It wasn't just large; it was a man-made continent of polished steel and light, swallowing the ragged asteroid mine whole. Processed with the other slaves, Nibel was then singled out and led away, his footsteps echoing in corridors whose stark...
They call me Nibelung. Nibel, for short. It's not a name my family gave me, I was too young to remember them, or the name they chose. "Nibelung" is just what they call my kind. We're born with it: a perfect, triangular mark on the palm of our right hands. A genetic curse, they say. A permanent...