The Golden Scar
Act I "REQUISITION DENIED. QUOTA: ZERO. PARTS: NONE." The ink on the notice was still wet, a black smear against the ration chit for water hours I had pinned to the shophouse door. I stood before the reclamation yard, the dead machines rusting in the returning ice, my hands shaking not from the cold but from the weight of the silence. I am Habsah Wijaya, a hydroponics optimizer in a border town...
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