The Wistful Silence

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The fern was still green. That was the problem. It sat in a pot of black earth on the desk, unfurling its delicate, lacy fronds with a slow, indifferent grace. It did not wilt. It did not brown. It simply existed, vibrant and eternal, in a world that had forgotten the concept of decay. Thomas sat across from it. He was a captain, or at least he wore the uniform of one. The fabric was white,...

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