by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from You’re Cordially Invited to Crossroads Station. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead to the next chapter.
The Xeno-Native Enclave was a small section of Crossroads Station — equivalent to a couple city blocks long, taking up most of the wide common corridor that ran down the center of the middle ring, and including all the quarters and other private rooms that could be accessed along one side of that stretch. The common corridor couldn’t be entirely blocked off for accessibility and safety reasons, so there was a still a narrow path along the other side of the corridor that was kept separate from the enclave, blocked off by a wall of varying height, built from a deep honey-brown-colored substance that seemed vaguely organic, possibly woody, that no one had ever quite identified. Instead of woodgrain though, it had a vaguely hexagon-like pattern imprinted in it.
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