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It was Jae’s emergency beacon. The casing was cracked, space-welded to a strut of twisted metal. Min pried it loose with a trembling hand. The data core was still intact, a tiny obsidian chip humming with residual power.

"Sloane," she said, her voice steady for the first time in years. "I’m not coming back to the Rake . I’m taking the long way home." ATID-60202-47-44 Min

The outer door cycled with a sound like a held breath. It was Jae’s emergency beacon

It was a name. And her name was Jae.