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Act I Abena Boadu remembered the taste of the coolant fluid, metallic and cold, long before the Ministry rejected her final appeal. She was fifty-eight, a retired heat-refuge coordinator, and her heart stuttered like a failing generator, a rhythm she could no longer mask with the steady, work-worn discipline of her hands. The undersea habitat of Ibadan-7 hummed with the low, constant pressure...
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