The Distant Cartograph

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The frost lay thick on the glass of the greenhouse, a white silence that muffled the sound of my own breathing. I stood before the central row, where the *Aconitum* stood in its final, rigid defiance. It was a monstrous thing, a stalk of jagged, blue-black spikes, taller than a man, reaching toward the warped ceiling of the iron frame. To the untrained eye, it was merely a weed, a bitter thing...

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