The Water Monopoly
The rain in Queens didn't wash things clean; it just moved the grime from one alley to another. Marcus lived in the shadow of a rusted refinery, in a warehouse that smelled of old grease and ozone. He was an urban gardener, a man who grew kale and heirloom tomatoes in hydroponic tubs, fighting a losing battle against the smog of New York City. He found the map in a discarded corporate tablet, a...
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