Every location in this book is a real place. These are the long versions: what I checked, what it turned out to be, and what happened to the scene afterwards.
Fifteen hundred gallons a minute, from rain that fell before anyone knew what uranium was — and since 2008 nobody drinks a drop of it.
Which is why every date palm in the grove was pollinated by hand, every spring, until the commercial harvest ended in 1996.
The water under the ghost town isn't groundwater. The regional table sits 340 meters lower. So what is it, and why did it outlast the springs?