The Distant Legend

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The rain didn't fall. It hung. It sat in the air like a held breath, thick and gray, pressing down on the glass walls of the greenhouse. Inside, the air was hot. Too hot. The kind of heat that sweats the color out of petals. David wiped his forehead with a sleeve that was already wet. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the work. "You're doing it again," said Sarah. She stood by the door, arms...

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