Amit Roy

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The timestamp was five hours ago. Somewhere out near the ring gates, the radio signals had passed each other, waves of electromagnetism passing through the void with human meanings coded into them. The distance it had taken a year and a half to travel in person, the message had managed in five hours. Five hours, and still too goddamn slow.
Cibola Burn (Expanse, #4)
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