The Emerald Nightmare
The humidity of the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of sulfur and ancient decay. Elias, a botanist with a heart full of guilt and a suitcase full of seeds, stood on the edge of the Micro-City. He had come to save them, to bring the green glory of the Old World to the tiny, grey survivors of the Great Flash. "The seeds of Eden!" he had proclaimed, his voice...
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