The Golden Oath
"Take it, Inspector. The quota is down, but the vials are full." Lupita Renteria did not look up from the ledger. He was twenty-four years old, a rigid enforcer of the Industrial Sanitation Bureau, and he wanted his promotion more than he wanted to breathe. The air in the workshop smelled of iron filings and stale ink, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of his throat. He was on the...
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