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The station smelled of engine coolant, recycled air, and desperation.
Admiral Garrick Veyre walked the main docking concourse at an unhurried pace, hands clasped loosely behind his back. The crowd parted without realizing it, drawn away by the quiet gravity of a man who looked like he belonged...