The Faded Alibi
Chapter One My hands were black with the carbon dust of the sealant when I finally lifted the tray from the hydroponics bay, the struggling greens beneath the UV lamps looking less like plants and more like bruised fingers reaching for a light that had burned out years ago. I am Dolores Molina, though the name feels less like a fact and more like a coat I have worn so long it has rubbed the...
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