The Faded Quadrant

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The dream began with the smell of wet earth and iron, a scent so potent it seemed to have weight, pressing against the back of Marcus’s throat. In the dream, he was standing in a vast, glass-walled greenhouse, the air thick with humidity and the low, electric hum of growth. Rows of ferns and orchids stretched out toward a ceiling that was not a ceiling but a sky, a bruised purple twilight that...

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