The Golden Greenhouse

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The vial bit into Emiko Kobayashi’s palm, cold glass against the heat of her skin, as she ran for the door of the Ministry annex. Her hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer physical effort of holding the synthesized chlorophyll extract steady while the alarm screamed its red, rhythmic warning through the corridor. She was forty-two, a senior archivist, and she had spent three...

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