The Golden Crossing
Chapter One Sunita Iyer’s hands shook as she stamped the rejection slip, the ink bleeding into the damp paper of the colony mess. The fog outside the dome’s single viewport was not weather; it was a ledger, erasing the dead while keeping their bodies on the payroll. She wanted her pension, the monthly oxygen subscription that kept her lungs from burning, but the system refused to recognize the...
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