The Golden Greenhouse
The station master leaves you at the gate. He does not look back. The train has already gone. The air smells of rust and wet wool. You are in the town of Oakhaven. It is a place that exists on no map. You carry a box. It is heavy. It is gold. You walk into the square. The buildings are gray. The sky is gray. The people are gray. They watch you. They do not speak. They know what you carry. They...
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