The Pale Garden
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, its seal cracked and the ink smudged with the dampness of the London autumn. Elias Thorne, a botanist of fifty years and failing eyes, read the words from the University Board with a tremor in his hand that had nothing to do with the cold. They declared his research on the *Lunaria* moonwort heretical, citing moral hazard, and stripped him of his laboratory...
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