The Resonance, by Doug Liberati

Physical violence, a bit of non-explicit gore

Jason stepped off the last rung of the egress ladder and his foot kicked up a cloud. He looked down at his scuffed and worn boots, powdered with the dust of a thousand ruined worlds. This would be the last. Nearby was the flaming wreckage of the small ship he had pursued here; the snapping...

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