Mars, the Second Time Around

Kyra Maren Solace had known, from her earliest years, that she did not quite fit on Earth.Her earliest memory was not of her mother's voice or the warmth of a family embrace, but of an endless ochre desert, wind like static in her ears and a sky so thin it left colors raw and unfiltered. She would blink awake in her crib, a city toddler, and for a moment expect the ceiling to be painted in pale or...