The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the greenhouse tasted of wet chalk and old copper. We were all there, twelve of us, arranged in a tight semicircle around the central pot, our breath fogging the glass walls. It was not a garden party, nor a scientific demonstration, though it looked like both. It was a vigil. At the center stood the Fern. It was not a fern you would find in a supermarket planter. It was a towering,...

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