The Golden Scar
Act I The wind off the Strait of Magellan did not blow so much as it scoured, stripping the paint from the harbor master’s office and turning the algae-choked water into a slurry of green mud that smelled of rot and diesel. It was a season of forced emigration, the Clearances, where the state moved people like grain sacks, and the town of Puerto Esperanza was emptying its lungs of residents one...
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