The Wistful Dinner

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The ferns did not glow; they pulsed. Elias Thorne sat in the dim, windowless basement of the Municipal Archive, his finger hovering over the specimen, watching the bioluminescent fronds expand and contract in a rhythm that matched the thudding in his own chest. He had spent three years cataloging the city’s neglected botanical annex, a task so tedious it had become the only structure holding...

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