The Golden Maze
Sofia Economou asked the machine, with the patience of a woman who had spent thirty-two years testing butterfat, if the gold would hold, and the machine, a heavy box of steel and glass that smelled of ozone and old copper, did not answer but hummed, a low vibration that traveled up through the soles of her rubber boots and settled in her teeth. The greenhouse module was a cold place in the...
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