The Distant Threshold
Chapter One "Does it cost more to keep a man alive than a plant?" I asked the botanist, tapping my finger against the clay pot. The orchid inside hummed, a low vibration that rattled my teeth. It was a beautiful question, the kind that made men in robes look away. The botanist, a man named Herr Vogel, did not look at me. He looked at the plant. "It is an abomination," he said, his voice flat...
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