Stephen E Meyer
Stories by Stephen E Meyer
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Looking down from space at night, there’s a dark patch, a hole in the tapestry of lights that outline the East Coast—a bypassed place where the map edges don’t line up and easier to go around. Even the glaciers stopped shy of this high plateau, where the land tilts upward in a flat slope then ruptures through the earth like a giant’s fist, topped with knuckled ridges and deeply creased hollows.
The ground rushed up at her, she pulled down hard on the toggles to level the chute as she swished through the grass. Her boots chunked into the dirt and her momentum carried her jogging a few steps forward.
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From when she had first jumped, only about five minutes had elapsed.
It had been over eight hundred years since a Martian had last set foot on Earth.