The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

My hands were already deep in the silt when the first black vein appeared, splitting the white petal of the orchid like a crack in old ice. I was thirty-four years old, a senior botanist at the Imperial Conservatory, and I had spent the last six hours on my knees in the central bed, trying to coax life back into the royal collection. The Withering Plague was not a virus, not in the way the...

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