The Wistful Throne

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The airlock cycled with a hiss that smelled of ozone and stale sweat, the heavy door sealing the delta’s rising waters away from the sterile hum of the archive ships. Kwesi Bello stood in the maintenance corridor, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the paper in his pocket, a land deed to land that no longer existed above the waterline. He was thirty-two, a gene-tech...

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