“Bodies floated. In the darkness of space they looked like specks, snowflakes at night. These bodies didn’t die happy. They were petrified, frozen in moments of fear as their air ran out. They had tumbled out of a gutted ship. There were hundreds of them.
I muttered a few verses from an oft-chanted sutra in my childhood. Perhaps the verses would help their crossing-over easier.”
A Wolf's Tale 
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