The Wistful Crossroads

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The orchid in your satchel is not breathing, yet you feel it pulse against your thigh, a hot, wet weight that mirrors the frantic thumping of your own heart. You are Mara, thirty-two, and you are running through the dense, grey undergrowth of the Vlasina forest, your boots caked in mud that smells of iron and old rain. You want to prove the existence of this impossible flower to the military...

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