The Golden Harbor
Chapter One The salt in the air ate the metal. It was a physical fact, a slow corrosion that turned the wind-turbine nacelle into a cage of rust and regret. Yan Zhu stood on the catwalk, his hands wrapped around the railing, feeling the damp seep through his gloves. He was a harbor warden, though the title meant little now. The quota for repairs was zero. The parts were in a warehouse three...
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