The Golden Greenhouse
The intake log was not a book, but a series of digital entries that glowed with a cold, unblinking persistence on the curved monitors of the Grand Archive’s lower sub-basement. Elias Thorne sat before the terminal, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the scrolling text with the intensity of a man watching a tide come in. He was the Senior Auditor of Biological Records, a title that sounded...
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