The Reluctant Guest at the Edge of the World
by Andrew Burt
"Free to go" doesn't always exactly mean free to go...
The smell was like fresh manure mixed with rancid milk--the best smell Fenn Tibarrien could have wished for. He recognized a few of the noxious odors that penetrated his breathing mask, and spoke in his mind what he knew the translator on his arm would momentarily speak aloud: "Free to go."