The Last Seed of the Empire

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The smog of 1884 London did not merely cling to the brickwork; it felt like a living shroud, a grey, suffocating entity that muted the screams of the city. Inside the Royal Botanical Conservatory, Arthur Penhaligon moved like a ghost among his ferns. He was a man of precise habits and eroding sanity, his fingers permanently stained with the loam of a dozen failed experiments. For ten years,...

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