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Secrets are sentient. In the far, foreign future, a deep-space mission turns catastrophic when the crew's personal demons become literal demons and seek revenge.
The Ward gathers broken souls for doomed missions. RJ, Kaj, Mazha, and Jace fit the bill perfectly... perhaps too perfectly. A criminal past, a dangerous dream, a tragic accident, and an unbearable shame comprise the secrets that haunt and consume them. They run from their pasts, escape toward their futures, and when the Ward opens a door, they all barrel through, leaving the Protectorate's interstellar sanctuary for a paycheck and adrenaline.
Once in deep space, however, the secrets they buried burst free from their graves and gain a murderous sentience intent on revenge. The four crewmates must fight to overcome their deepest regrets, or their secrets will destroy them.
But secrets are mortal wounds. They don't heal easily... and they don't like to heal, either.
CONTENT WARNING: THE MORTALITY EXPERIMENT is a highly graphic novel intended for mature audiences, including on-page murder, death, torture, mutilation, abuse, child abuse, substance abuse, violence, sex, rape, incest, and mental illnesses. This list is not comprehensive. Please read at your own risk.
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1: The Outpost
Kaj: 2 Weeks to Launch
Do you want to hear a secret?
What about see one?
You already have. As shadows, as mirages, as ghosts. The secrets you whisper to the dark become the dark. On land, that is. Offworld, it's a different story.
In the bowels of deep space, secrets become sentient. Rumors become reality. Nightmares become night monsters. Darkness gives voice to all your fears, all your guilt, all your fractured memories. No. Not voice. Gives body. Gives soul. Corporeal regret -- that's the demon who festers in the void between stars. The ship is haunted. Not by ghosts, but by secrets. Secrets we brought aboard. Secrets we hid from even ourselves. Secrets that poisoned us in the dead of space till the only souls left were purest gold. Because secrets are sentient, are mortal wounds. And if we had known sooner, we would never have agreed to this mission.
I almost don't make it, as it is. Two weeks before launch, the Ward recruits me with the sole purpose of recruiting RJ. No one knows what the letters stand for. No one dares to ask. The last one who did ended up on a stretcher. She's RJ. Just RJ. For all intents and purposes, that's more than enough. In most cases, she's too much.
However, RJ is a brilliant holosurgeon. Best the Outpost ever had. I'm a mediocre nurse, but they need me to control her, to keep her in line. And I can. Most of the time. Problem is, she and I fell out years ago after some sh*t neither of us can fully remember. So when I appear at her bunk a minute to midnight, her reaction is just as violent as my imaginings.
"What the f*ck are you doing here, Kaj?" RJ hisses in greeting.
She arrives at the door, blastgun in hand, barrel trained on my forehead. Villain-red eyes strike me with fury, fringed by spider-leg eyelashes and kohl. Twin lasers bore through my skull and pierce me with loathing. F*ck off, they shriek, bright as a siren. F*ck off, and leave me alone. Would that I could, RJ. Would that we both could leave everything behind.
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