The Golden Downtown

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The air in the galley of the Abyssinian Star always tasted of brine and rust, a metallic tang that coated the teeth and settled in the throat, making every breath a small labor of expulsion. Selam Kimario sat on his berth, the one he had mortgaged for the last of his savings, staring at the small, brown specimen in his palm, its gills already darkening with the slow, inevitable rot that had...

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