The Faded Root
Chapter One Kavita Ansari’s fingers were already deep in the soil of the orbital farm, hauling the heavy, wet clods of the terraced vine rows before the first light cleared the dome’s upper rim. The air tasted of ozone and crushed mint, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. She was forty years old, and her hands were mapped with the white scars of labor, the skin stretched...
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