The Faded Root
Chapter One The humidity gauge in the glass case did not move, and that was the first lie. I checked the calibration at dawn, my fingers slick with the cold sweat of a woman who had not slept in three days, watching the Faded Root curl inward like a fist. My mother had promised me immortality in that seed, a biological miracle that would secure my tenure at the Imperial Botanical Institute, but...
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