The Golden Cellar
Act I Lupita Cabrera, forty-two, had not slept in three days because the seed vault’s humidity gauge was stuck at ninety percent and the repair quota demanded parts that did not exist in the colony. The cold in the underpass was a physical weight, pressing against her chest, and she knew that by the time the ferry engines fell silent at slack, her immigration paper would be another month closer...
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