The Faded Frontier
The count began at 4:12 in the morning, when Elias Thorne first touched the leaf and felt it crumble like dry ash against his thumb. He had spent twenty years tending the Meridian Institute’s orchid collection, a task that required a precision of care that bordered on the obsessive, measuring the humidity to the decimal, checking the pH of the soil with a strip that cost more than his hourly...
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