About this book:

Buried six kilometers beneath the crust of Ceres, the drill bit of the *Leviathan-04* has just shattered against something that isn't rock. It's perfectly smooth, utterly black, and it sings a forty-four hertz tone that no natural formation could ever produce. For Master Foreman Silas Vance—sixty-two years old, twelve hours from retirement, and coughing dust from five decades in the Belt—this impossible wall in the deep dark is the last thing he needs. For Evelyn Reed, the corporate auditor who isn't an auditor at all, it's the target she's crossed the solar system to find. But Sol-Jupiter Mining Conglomerate has known about the anomaly for months, and their private army is already sealing the shafts.

As the station's corporate countdown ticks toward zero, two outsiders converge on Sub-Level Nine: a company man who's spent a lifetime reading the language of stone, and a spy who speaks the language of lies. Between them and the truth lies six kilometers of vertical drop, a lockdown authorized by the station director himself, and an artifact that has been waiting four and a half billion years to be touched. The rock doesn't care about pensions, protocols, or the secrets governments kill to keep. It only waits.

*The Last Shift on Ceres* is near-future space opera at its grittiest—where the horror isn't what waits in the dark between stars, but what we've buried under our own feet. If you like the industrial realism of *The Expanse*, the creeping dread of *Alien*, and the moral weight of *Leviathan Wakes*, clock in for the shift that changes everything.