The Golden Song
Act I "Did you hear the gold?" the man in the glass-walled office asked, his voice flat and dry as the acorns scattered across the floor of the habitat module. Karin Fink, thirty-four and sharp-eyed, looked up from the policy form she was shredding, the paper curling into white ribbons that smelled of ozone and old dust. She wanted to prove him fraudulent, to secure her promotion by exposing...
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