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Ocherva

By Ken McConnell I didn’t want to come to Ocherva, but there I was. Funny how fate can sometimes take you to places you never thought you’d go. Now I can’t imagine not living on this red dirt moon on… Read More »Ocherva

Slag

by Ken McConnell Ocher sands swirled around metal-covered lenses and slowly revealed the black face of an android. A signal awakened the metal man and set the lenses aglow. The soft light from twin stars cast long, dueling shadows over… Read More »Slag