The Faded Frontier
Ernestina Domínguez, thirty-two years old and a teacher on the refugee fleet, stood in the center of the mayor’s office, her hands shaking so violently she had to grip the edge of the mahogany desk to keep from falling. The air scrubber filter in the corner was overdue, its mesh clogged with a gray dust that tasted of metal and old ash, a physical fact that grounded her in the room despite the...
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