The Distant Nightmare

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Mwanaidi Hersi held the dying orchid against his chest, the weight of it a cold stone in the humid air of the counting room, while the High Council’s accusation hung over him like a debt he could not pay. He was a scholar of the Royal Archive, thirty-two years old, and his hands, stained with the ink of a thousand ledgers, trembled not from fear but from the desperate need to prove the plant’s...

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