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As the pod drifted into the dark, Elias looked at the screen. A new message was scrolling, a reply from the void: Ghost returned.

He slammed the manual override, the airlock groaning as he sprinted across the Bridge. With every step, the metal under his boots chimed with a brittle, crystalline ring. He leapt into the escape pod just as the first wisp of violet light touched the station’s solar panels.

The transmission arrived at 03:00 hours: GHpVhSsi BaenBx ZJtX

To the uninitiated, it looked like a corruption in the deep-space relay. To Elias Thorne, the last cryptographer stationed on the Aethelgard Outpost, it was the sound of a door opening. The Decryption

waiting for him at the end of the code.

Elias didn't use a computer; the AI on the station had been "blinded" by the solar winds weeks ago. He used a manual cipher wheel, a relic of the Old World. As he aligned the brass rings, the gibberish began to bleed into meaning. : Ghost-Light. BaenBx : Broken Bridge. ZJtX : Zero Hour. The message wasn't a greeting. It was a countdown. The Ghost-Light

He had exactly four minutes before the Ghost-Light reached the hull. As the pod drifted into the dark, Elias looked at the screen

Elias didn't grab his logs or his personal mementos. He grabbed the manual cipher wheel. If the transmission had come through, it meant someone was on the other side of the violet veil, waiting for the signal to be returned.