They thought the galaxy was mapped.

  Every star cataloged, every route marked, every grave recorded.

  They were wrong.

  There are places where light bends too slowly, where time forgets to move forward. Places where the wreckage of ancient wars still bleeds, and where the dead refuse to stay that way.

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  No ship returns from these places unmarked.

  No crew untouched.

  This is not a tale of glory.

  It is not about empires, or heroes, or the bright fire of rebellion.

  This is about a boy with dirt under his nails and stars in his eyes.

  A girl who held the line when no one else would.

  And the thing that found them when they went too far.

  Salvage was supposed to be survival.

  But some things in the dark…

  They salvage you.