Another flight through the wormhole.
Those before me, lost.
On the other side, a gaping maw, opens and closes.
So now I understand the starship's design. The tether.
A fish hook, for the thing bearing down.
The bastards are trying to pull it through.
They know.
And I'm the bait.
(50 words)
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