The Golden Greenhouse
The greenhouse stood at the edge of the estate like a forgotten prayer — glass panes clouded with eighty years of condensation, iron ribs bent inward as though the structure itself were trying to protect what lay within from the cruelty of outside light. Julian Ashworth had inherited it along with the house, the overgrown garden, and the accumulated silence of a family that had slowly ceased...
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