The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Act I The causeway drowned twice a day, swallowing the lower tiers of the favela in brackish water that smelled of iron and rot. Imelda Fuentes stood on the upper deck, her boots slick, watching the tide pull back to reveal the mudflats where the gene-samplers worked. She held the cracked golden mirror, its surface lagging three seconds behind her movements. The cold bit through her uniform, a...

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