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Trektober Day #6: Observation Deck

“Can you see it from here?” Julian asked softly. Garak did not turn. He had not heard Julian’s approach, but the opening of the door had flooded light into the dark, empty space.

“See what, my dear?” He knew. They both did.

“Cardassia.”

Cardassia Prime twinkled to the right of the viewscreen. Garak could have pointed to it without even looking. He had become a compass, during exile; no matter where he was, he could always point out Cardassia in relation. His anchor, no matter how far into space he sailed.

“No,” Garak lied. “Not from here.”