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The Gardener of Slow Light
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Mira opened a radio channel to the silver ship, her voice shaking. "This is Veil Station. Who are you?" Static crackled, then a calm reply came through: "We are the gardeners. We seed dying stars with slow light, so something can grow after they fade. Your grandmother joined us. We came back for you."
Mira wasn't ready to leave her home. "I want to stay and grow the garden here," she said. The gardeners were quiet, then pleased. "Good. A star needs a keeper too." They sent one seed of slow light across the dark into her hands through the airlock port. Mira planted it, and Veil's old red glow grew a little warmer, just for her.
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