The Wistful Letter
Kenji Kato had never known the exact moment the wisteria root pierced the floorboard, only that the silence in his office had become a physical weight, pressing against his eardrums like deep water. He sat in the recycled pod, the air thick with the metallic tang of the heating coils, and watched the vine curl around the leg of his desk. It was a strange plant for a Martian habitat, a stubborn...
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