The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Nirmala Rao hauled the crate across the linoleum, her boots slipping on the wet, peat-cut ground of the garage that also fixed marriages. The air was heavy with oil and melting ice, the meltwater rising in the cellars of the gentrifying ward, a physical fact she could feel in her knees. She was thirty-four, a border warden in a land that no longer had borders, only payment plans and evictions....

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