Naomi had to duck to enter, her frame about four centimeters too tall for the ceiling. She put her back to the wall and slid down onto her haunches. “You’d think they’d make the maintenance corridors tall enough for Belters to work in,” she said irritably. Holden touched the wall almost reverently, tracing a corridor identification number carved right into the stone. “The Belters who built this place weren’t tall,” he said. “These are some of the main power lines. This tunnel goes back to the first Belt colony. The people who carved it grew up in gravity.”
