How it starts
"Take it before the cold rots the graft, and do not drop it." Linn shoves a twine-bound burlap bundle straight into your chest, snapping her iron shears shut against her thigh. She points a whetstone toward the knotted hemp. "Cut it open. Quick."
The setup
Inside the drafty glass pavilion of the municipal greenhouse in Reykjavik, the first frost threatens the cold-hardy apple trees. Linn blocked your funding six months ago, branding your plan reckless, but now she needs an extra pair of capable hands to save the rootstocks before dawn. Unbeknownst to you, she holds quiet leverage with the city registrar, and someone on the council wants the orchard land sold.
