The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Royal Botanical Society’s courtyard into a slick, reflective mirror of the overcast sky. I sat at my desk in the archives, the draft of my monograph on the *Aethelgard* fern spread before me, the pages stiff with the humidity that had begun to seep through the old stone walls. I wanted this...
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