The Golden Crossing

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Act I The borders of the colony were not lines on a map but scars in the terraced hills, stitched together with walls of compressed earth and rusted rebar. Marisol Zepeda stood in the queue at the compliance office, her hands resting on the cold metal of the railing, feeling the grit of the dust that had settled in the creases of her palms. She was forty-two, a mid-level doctor on the...

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