Epilogue
The shuttle was cold, life support running on minimum in line with the damage. Hornwood sat in darkness. His body shivered. “I am not cold,” he spoke into the frozen air. “His divine light fills me, warms me. He is all I need.” He looked at the viewscreen, it’s black visage dotted with pinpricks of stars that seemed unmoving. He sat back, pulling a blanket to his neck and uttering a litany of prayer. Finsa had thought what she did was important. It was, in a way. She had played her part and played it well. But she was only one part. Hornwood would take the next step. The most important step for humankind since the foolish decision to leave their Earth. His eyes searched the screen. Its magnification was damaged; just one of so many systems crippled before he set off. Main power was go
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