The Golden Myth
Act I What does it cost to know the truth? Ligaya Ocampo asked the question aloud, her voice swallowed by the dry, static hiss of the airlock as she pressed her stained palms against the cold metal of the maintenance door. The scent of ozone and rotting fruit hung heavy in the recycled air, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of her throat like a bad taste she could not spit out. She...
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