Chapter 77
People come on board as teenagers. The Captain and the angels wouldn’t accept anyone younger or older, or so I’d been told. So if someone had been brought on board fifteen years ago and they’d been nineteen, that would make them thirty-four today. The math works out. No one in this crowd, no one I’d met on Soliton, can date from much before Ketra arrived. Some people die, of course, but … everyone? What in the Rot is happening on this ship? * * * I manage to find Marvel, still waiting by the table of food, working her way through a plate of fried … things with evident relish. “Do you have any idea what those are?” I ask her. She shrugs, mouth full. “’ey’re goo’.” I roll my eyes, and she swallows. “Did you find anything?” “Maybe.” I’m still not sure what to make of the Scholar. “I’ll
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