The Faded River

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The Faded River

The graft is not holding. Elias Thorne pressed the blade against the stem of the orchid, his hand trembling so violently that the knife skated across the waxy surface, leaving a shallow, white scar. He was fifty-two years old, and his fingers felt like dried twigs, brittle and prone to snapping. The greenhouse was a cathedral of glass and iron, filled with the heavy, wet smell of rotting leaves...

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