The Faded Apartment
The first frond of the *Aethelgard* fern split with a sound like a finger snapping, a sharp, brittle crack that echoed in the sterile quiet of Dr. Elias Thorne’s office, and a bead of dark, viscous sap welled from the tear, staining the white blotter on his desk as he stared at the anomaly with the cold, detached horror of a man watching his own reflection shatter. It was November of 1912, and...
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