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I have no idea where I am. I’d been to Darkside dozens of times. Sometimes on jobs. Sometimes to lay low after one. Today, I’m there to find out just how high on the s**t meter the end of my life’s gonna be.
I remember it all now. How I felt when I landed. Irony seems to be a part of the Oldtimer’s package, like an undiagnosed symptom. But at the time—from the moment my foot touches the flight deck—it’s like I’m stepping into a new reality. One I’ve never seen before.
Nothing is familiar. The buzzing of business all around me. A ship leaving. Another one coming in. Faces passing close by and chatting with one another in the distance. But I don’t recognize a damned thing.
My spine shakes with the cold fear running down it. I wonder if that’s what a stunner would feel like, if you were
