The Golden Harbor
Chapter One "Water Ration: 4 hours. Status: Pending. Subject: E. Zamudio." The notice hummed on the counter, a thin rectangle of gray paper that smelled of ozone and old sweat. Esperanza Zamudio, twelve and sharp-angled, read it twice before folding it into the pocket of her coat. It was her father’s coat, then her grandfather’s, now just a coat, the wool thin as onion skin. Outside, the delta...
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