The Golden Harbor
Hữu Thao stood at the perimeter of the fog-choked warehouse, his breath pluming in the cold air, and counted the seconds until the rotation order took effect. He was thirty years old, a border guard with a berth mortgage on the generation ship that ate half his wage, and his mother was dying in the infirmary with a pain that no standard analgesic could touch. The shipment of experimental...
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