The Distant Whispers

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The glass vial in your hand is fractured, a spiderweb of tiny cracks radiating from the point where your thumb presses too hard, and inside, the single seed of the *Aethelgard* orchid pulses with a faint, rhythmic luminescence that matches the erratic thumping of your own heart. It is October, 1893, and the air in the conservatory is thick with the scent of rotting jasmine and the metallic tang...

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