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Something at First Sight
April wanted to gawk—oh, how she wanted to gawk. But you can’t be awe-inspiring when you’re within the raptures of awe yourself, especially if what’s so striking to you is just mundane to everyone around you.
She and her mother had met Ted Vasquez before even leaving the shuttle docking bay and had followed him down maintenance hallways and service elevators and narrow, utilitarian stairs so steep they were nearly ladders until they reached the water treatment area where he lived. Now that the job was done, she was getting her first look at the station itself, and what a sight it was.
April had never been on a station like the Triomphe. Not even close. Much of it was familiar: it was just as crowded with people as any place she’d ever been, and the marketplac
