The Golden Scar
The oxygen subscription had lapsed two days before the grain shipment arrived at the orbital loading dock, a delay that cost me forty credits and a night of shallow, rattling breaths. I remember the weight of that debt, the way it sat in my stomach like a stone, because I knew that in this white town, where the sun hung low and red for hours, money was the only thing that kept the air in your...
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