The Golden Greenhouse
The dream began not with a whisper but with the heavy, metallic clatter of a gate being forced open against its rusted hinges, a sound that tore through the velvet silence of the night and dragged Elias back into the waking world with the violence of a hook in the throat. He lay in the narrow cot in the corner of the stone-floored room, his eyes wide and dry, staring at the rough-hewn beams...
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