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Quorum of Salt
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The door opens slow. And there's Bay 9. Full of cryo-pods. Rows of them. All dark except one at the far end. The light inside is still on. The window is frosted. I walk toward it with salt still on my hands.
Inside the frosted window, a face. And slowly the frost clears. The face looks back at me. It's my face. But older. Weathered. Different in ways I can't name. The pod beeps. Numbers flash on the screen: 05:47. 05:46.
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