The Wistful Saga
NOTICE: Final Audit Deadline — Six Months. Refugio Arellano stood in the dim office of the Desalination Bureau, the light from the single fluorescent tube flickering as it died, leaving only the amber glow of the analog dials on the wall. He was forty-eight, his hands steady on the pressure gauge, but his heart was a loose mechanism, ticking against the ribs with a rhythm that no longer matched...
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