The Distant Garden
The air in the atrium of the University of St. Jude’s was not merely stale but thick with the suspended dust of centuries, a particulate fog that clung to the back of the throat and settled into the crevices of the skin, while Professor Elias Thorne, whose hands had once been instruments of such delicate precision that they could dissect the cellular structure of a petal without leaving a...
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