The Faded Root
The lease on the hydroponics bay was due in three days, and the rent had doubled to cover the frost damage to the northern peat cut. I am Dong Chen, an orbital welder on the archive ship Shen Yu, and I stood at the gate holding a wrench that felt too light for my hands. The air scrubber filter was overdue, a clogged lung of plastic and dust that smelled of old sweat and rust. My brother, who...
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