The Wistful Voyage

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The black vein on Thomas Bradshaw’s palm looked less like a disease and more like a root system, threading through the skin with a slow, hydraulic persistence that defied the sterile white of the Nightingale Asylum’s botanical ward. You, Elara, forty-two and head of this isolated department, had watched the three nurses who tended the fungal wards succumb to the same creeping darkness, their...

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