The Distant Garden
The rain against the single, grimy window of the study was not a sound but a pressure, a physical weight that Elias Thorne felt in the wet, rattling cage of his lungs. He was forty years old, a botanist of modest renown who had spent the last decade isolating himself from the world to catalog the *Aethelgardia*, a fern species he had discovered in the damp hollows of the Scottish Highlands, and...
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