The Golden Visit
I The floating market of the delta moved with the tide, a slow grind of bamboo rafts and iron-wood barges that smelled of brine, rotting kelp, and the sharp, metallic tang of the red desert sand that coated every hull. It was a place of commerce built on drift, where the auction of the fishing fleet began at dawn with a chorus of hammers striking wood, a sound that vibrated in the teeth of...
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