The Grass Wings

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The Grass Wings

The hall fell into a silence so absolute that the gas lamps seemed to dim with it. Dr. Henry Worthington stood at the center of the Royal Society's examination chamber, his thin frame barely casting a shadow in the candlelit gloom. Before him on the iron table lay scattered specimens of Yorkshire grasses, oak leaves, and Scots pine needles. "The Empire has done much for our colonial subjects,"...

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