The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Ying Lin had not slept in three days, and the air scrubber filter, overdue by two weeks, sat on the linoleum floor of her quarters like a dead bird. The ship Heaven’s Breath groaned around her, a sound she had mistaken for wind in her youth but now recognized as the hidden fatigue of a vessel that had not seen sunlight in forty years. She was the midwife for Sector Four, a job inherited from...

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