The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude smelled of roasted lamb and stale ambition. Arthur Vane stood by the window, his tie loosened, watching the rain streak the glass. He was forty-two, a botanist with a tenure clock ticking down to zero in six weeks, and he held a glass of wine that trembled slightly in his hand. The faculty laughed around him, their voices a low, comforting hum, but...

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