He found the command deck exactly where the salvage charts said it would be—buried under a frozen avalanche of insulation foam. And there, embedded in the central pedestal, was the Keyflight.
He let go of the Keyflight. The cathedral faded, but the hum remained, a quiet song beneath his skin. He wasn't a grifter anymore. He was a conductor. And the Odyssey was his orchestra. keyflight
Elias, a grifter with a forged pilot’s license and a heart full of bad debt, had no neural lace. He had a splicer kit and a desperate hope. He found the command deck exactly where the