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Miller folded his arms as a wrecker ship deposited a giant piece of crumpled metal into the GALPOL station airlock. The metal arm of the red wrecker beeped as it guided the ship downward. The wrecker ship reminded Miller of an insect—multiple arms with a wide body.
A police officer marshaled the arm into a giant black circle in the middle of the airlock.
Miller scrunched up his nose.
The ship stunk. Bad. Like rotten trash.
And the stink of a dead body, one that had been decomposing for a few days. He knew that stink anywhere.
The ship landed on the floor with a boom. Against the backdrop of space through the tall, canister windows, the ship looked like a deformed flower in the moonlight, ready to bloom.
“What exactly am I looking at?” Miller asked.
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