Fern has spent her life pruning other things into order — the Compact's gardens, her own instincts, the ache she's not supposed to feel for growing things that refuse to behave. Then a dragon erupts from the sealed earth beneath her sector, and refusing to behave becomes the only thing she's good at. Hiding him. Feeding him. Teaching a creature built from raw, ungovernable growth how to become something rather than simply more — while spying on her own investigation from inside the Garden she's sworn to protect. When Overseer Thorne's hunter closes in, Fern and her dragon are forced beyond the walls of Sanctum entirely — into glassed wastelands, a scavenger fleet, and the buried truth of where dragons like Bramble actually came from. The Compact calls it containment. Fern is starting to understand it as something closer to a lie with roots.
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