The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall smelled of rot and rosemary. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched the food. Jars lined the walls. Hundreds of them. Glass. Thick. Heavy. Inside, the preserve sat. Golden. Thick. Sticky. It was the only thing that remained of the orchard. The orchard was gone. The orchard was always going. Elias held a spoon. It was silver. It had...

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