The Wistful Show
"Stop it, Usman. You’re going to bleed out on that concrete." The voice was thin, stretched over the hum of the ventilation fans. It belonged to the city inspector, a man named Rizwan who had been honest in a colony where honesty was a luxury item priced higher than oxygen. Usman did not look up. He was hunched over the drafting table, his stylus moving in short, jerky strokes that left gaps in...
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