Kaelen Voss turned the Event Horizon toward home. Not to collect payment. Not to accept another contract. But to find the places she had cut and learn how to stitch them closed.

The Concord paid her in dark-matter credits to erase the mistakes of empire: rogue AIs that nested in asteroid cores, bio-weapons that grew too smart, derelict colony ships infected with psychic echoes. Her ship’s log read like a graveyard. Mission 47: The Whispering Hulk. Mission 89: The Crystal Plague. Mission 112: The Cradle of Echoes.

It was Mission 134 that changed everything.