The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Dusk on the Martian colony hung low and heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the reinforced glass of the staff canteen. Thị Hang sat in the corner booth, her uniform stiff with sweat, watching the dust settle on the table. The jukebox in the corner was broken, its needle stuck in a groove, emitting a low, rhythmic hum that sounded like a dying man’s breath. She needed the pension. Her...

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