Each an Explorer

by joetwo

The roar of the engines quietened and the force pushing against the chair reduced. Finally, I could lift my head and look out at the coruscant globe below. Even at this distance the blight was already visible, eating away at the World.

I was going to the stars, seeking a new home.

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 number 52.

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