The Golden Cellar
The catastrophe did not arrive with the thunderous roar of a storm or the shattering crash of falling masonry, but rather with the sudden, violent blooming of a single, impossible flower in the center of the dusty, subterranean library, a plant that seemed to drink the very air of the room and exhale a mist that smelled of ozone and forgotten centuries, forcing Dr. Arthur Penhaligon to drop his...
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