From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk

From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk

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From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk
From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk
Just Breathe
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Just Breathe

A 1000 word, sci-fi short story submitted for the NYC Midnight competition in 2022.

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Lucien Telford
Nov 10, 2023
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Just Breathe
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Just Breathe

Six inches of layered, fused silica glass separated Atlas Skye from the dark nothingness of interplanetary space. She ran her palm along the window’s smoothness, waiting.

A bell chimed, a green light illuminating above a wooden door that did not open as she approached. Atlas grasped the steel handle and pushed it open into the piercing squeal…

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