The Seed of Eden
New York in 1924 was a city of gold and ghosts. The air tasted of gin and exhaust, and the music of the jazz clubs drowned out the quiet desperation of a million souls. I, Julian, had once been the darling of the botanical world, until my obsession with the "Eden Project" cost me my tenure, my reputation, and my sanity. The Eden Project was not a garden, but a desperate gamble. I had discovered...
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