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The wind screamed through the pine trees, rattling the windows of the cedar cabin with a sound both primitive and futuristic. Cass sat beneath the dim gold lamplight, her gloved hands resting on the worn table where the tablet screen flickered with data.
The spa room had been designed for solitude. Rain had canceled the conference, leaving Maya stranded with only the sterile white walls and the distant hum of orbital traffic.
The balcony lights flickered below us, casting long shadows across the salt-crusted rail. Vivian stood beside Theo, her fingers tracing the grooves worn into the wood from decades of salt spray.
The apartment rented under Adrian's name looked abandoned except for Adrian's nameplate on the door and the smell of turpentine. Nico had seen the arrangements through a video call, and Adrian had insisted it would work: one wall of the loft let out directly onto the city's orbital hotel, where the night lights shimmered beneath the glass dome.
The rain had trapped Adrian inside the orbital hotel’s sky dome conference hall for hours. When the final data transfer completed, he finally escaped through the glass corridors to the spa.
The rooftop greenhouse had become their secret. Malik had discovered the rooftop weeks ago, poking through the hotel’s maintenance logs, finding the elevator was down for repairs.
The silence between them felt mapped out by years of distant laughter and half-finished confessions. Theo sat at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, the label marked with a code only he understood.
The balcony lights were out except for the two that blinked on at regular intervals, signaling the orbital hotel below. Tessa had chosen the rental because of the balcony with the rail salted by the sea.
The conference hall lights had been too harsh for the tired eyes, too bright against the exhaustion that clung to Ari’s limbs. That morning, the shuttle had been delayed by a solar flare, then a system malfunction, then a last-minute reschedule.
The hotel above the closed jazz bar had been abandoned when the orbital traffic shifted, leaving its common rooms eerily intact. Vivian arrived first, rain leaking through the sealed windows, carrying a delivery drone that delivered the last shipment of synth-meat and experimental anti-decay serum.
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