The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The axe hung heavy in Ismail Saputra’s hand as he drove the blade into the root system, the wood splitting with a sound like a bone breaking. He was thirty-two, a long-generation doctor born on the ship, yet his hands were calloused from a repair quota he could never meet for lack of parts. The air in the gene-bank cold room smelled of ozone and rotting pine, a scent that clung to the back of...

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