Mock-up Scene 16: The Fruit of the New Ground
Emil paused at the greenhouse door, his hand resting on the cool metal latch. The words from last night’s dialogue still echoed in him—Ukraine, Gaza, the absences, the fires. The world’s wars had felt impossibly vast under the lamplight, a sickness of nations beyond his reach. But here, in the damp air and the smell […]
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Peace