
A science-fiction short story about vortex travel—you don't ask, and I won't screw up the explanation; closest thing I can get to it is that I pilot a trans dimensional skipping stone through the edge of a vortex from one point in space to another, and it gets you where you want to be. Well, most of the time. Just not this time. This time, we're crashing, and I don't know where we are.
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