The Wistful Petal
The berth mortgage on the generation ship was due in three days, and Lei Wang knew he could not pay it with his pension alone. He stood at the edge of the pine barrens, the fire-scarred earth crunching under his boots, and watched the boundary stone that marked the limit of his jurisdiction. It was a small, rough block of granite, moved by one hand last winter, and now it sat slightly askew,...
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