The Wistful Atlas
Bronwen Probert had never expected the heat to feel so much like a physical weight, pressing against the portholes of the undersea habitat until the slate-colored walls of the colony seemed to sweat. He remembered the morning the inspectors arrived, the way the air in the apothecary had tasted of copper and stale salt, and how the silence of the shop had been broken only by the single,...
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