The Wistful Mountain
The ferns in the conservatory of the St. Jude’s Botanical Research Institute did not merely grow; they accumulated, layer upon layer of frond and stem, a green silence that pressed against the glass walls until the air inside felt thick as honey and old dust, a place where time did not pass so much as it pooled, stagnating in the humid shadow of specimens that had been catalogued by dead men...
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