The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The grafting knife slipped, and a thin line of green sap welled up from the pale stem of the meridian orchid, a sound like a low, sustained cello note that only Elias Thorne could hear. He was fifty-two, the Crown’s Chief Botanist, and his hands trembled not from age but from the desperate, frantic need to save his daughter, Clara, whose lungs were slowly turning to ash in her small bed three...

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