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I built a new face and a new name to escape the ghosts of my past. But on the star-freighter Indira, the dead don’t stay buried. I’m just the mechanic. I fix broken engines, keep my head down, and pray my history doesn't catch up to me. At least, that was the plan. Until the smell of lavender—my dead wife’s perfume—wafts through the vents. It leads me to a sabotage attempt that threatens to tear our ship apart. And something worse. A terrified boy hiding in the crawlspace. He’s not just a stowaway. He’s a pawn in a corporate game that trades children for profit. Now, we’re being hunted by a black-ops network that wants their asset back. They know who I used to be. And the only thing keeping us from the vacuum is my wrench and a prayer. I couldn’t save my own family. But I’ll burn the galaxy down before I let them take this kid.
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