The Golden Greenhouse
The golden fern did not belong in the atrium of the Sovereign Insurance Consortium, a fact that Elias Thorne noticed first on a Tuesday morning when the concrete floor was still cold under his shoes and the air recycler was humming its sterile, industrial drone. It stood in the center of the lobby, rooted in a patch of dark, impossible soil that had no business existing in a building designed...
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