The Distant Journey
The morning light enters the sterile, white-walled laboratory of the Institute for Botanical Pathology not as a source of warmth, but as a harsh, clinical interrogator, slicing through the humidity that clings to the glass terrariums where the specimens lie in their silent, decaying glory. You stand before the central workstation, your fingers, though trembling with a fatigue that has become...
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