The Faded River

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The Faded River

I The pressure seals of the maintenance airlock groaned, a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, before the hiss of the equalization cycle. Mehmet Bulut stood in the center of the dome city, his hands wrapped around the porcelain river lamp he had carried from the old quarters of Istanbul, a place that existed now only in the memory of the hydroponics guild. The lamp was heavy, colder than...

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