Show Notes
When a colony ship’s wake system fires three seconds too early, Dr. Tom Greer opens his eyes at the one moment passengers are never supposed to be conscious.
The fold is officially instantaneous. For Tom and hundreds of others, it lasts long enough for something in the dark to take their memories apart, rebuild familiar places from them, and watch what they do inside.
Back aboard the Beckwith, the clock says no time has passed. Their bodies almost agree. Their minds do not. Heart rates refuse to slow. Sleep becomes impossible. Survivors begin coughing up a white mineral found nowhere on the ship, and when the lights dim, the place inside the fold starts opening again.
Tom can treat panic, exhaustion, and injury. He has no medicine for an intelligence that can reach through memory and leave physical evidence behind. As the passengers change and the crew searches for a way to contain them, Tom must decide what happened during that missing instant, and whether any of them truly returned alone.
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