The Watchers at the Edge of Night
Act I The wheat leaf under the microscope looked dead. Yellow spots marred the green surface like small fires on a lawn, and Eleanor Marsh leaned closer to the eyepiece until her eye ached. The laboratory was a converted toolshed at the back of her father's farm, twenty acres of wheat in Dodge City, Kansas. It was 1923, and rust was eating the world's wheat supply. Every season, the disease got...
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