: The air recycling unit on the bridge smells like wet copper and old ozone. It is the only thing keeping Commander Cardin awake.
The Sirian homeworld isn't just dying; it is rotting. A virus is liquefying his people from the inside out, turning the greatest civilization in the galaxy into a hospice ward. Cardin isn't leading a noble "Exodus." He is running from a morgue, looking for anywhere that doesn't smell like death.
The navigation computer points to Earth. It is supposed to be a sanctuary. It is supposed to be the cure.
It isn't.
When Cardin breaks atmosphere, he doesn't find a primitive paradise. He finds a planet that wants to kill him. The local "ape-humanoids" are evolving too fast, and something else-something ancient and hungry-is waking up under the crust.
Cardin checks his sidearm. The safety is off. The airlock cycles with a sick thud. It is time to see what is waiting in the mud.
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