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He frowned. "What kind of anomaly?"

The walls began to sweat. Not ice melt—a black, viscous fluid that oozed from the carvings. It pooled at his feet, and in its reflection, Aris saw something standing behind him. dm f0445 de

The last thing Dr. Aris Thorne heard was the cryo-pods on the Odysseus hissing open, one by one. The crew was waking up. But they weren't alone. He frowned

A corpse. The pilot of the Hecate , her suit intact, her face frozen in a rictus of ecstasy. Clutched in her hands was a data slate. Aris pried it loose and read the last entry. and in its reflection