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Smoke swallowed a hard, bitter pill. It moved down his throat slowly and painfully.
Tavigorsky held up a glass of water to his lips and he drank.
He was tied to a bed. They were in a small gray room with a window. There was nothing in the room except the bed and a monitoring machine. The curtain was closed over the window but Smoke spotted stars outside, and a ringed planet.
The colony base. Where everything happened. Where he became what he was.
Smoke wished he could be outside. To see something more than gray walls.
He swallowed again, forcing the bitter pill further down his throat.
“That should stop the memories,” Tavigorsky said. “Those terrible, terrible memories.”
Smoke’s heart was racing. He didn’t know why. His hands trembled. Thick chains secured him to the bed and rub
