The Golden Greenhouse
"Did you really think you could just keep it? The light? You can’t keep the light, Thomas. It burns. It always burns." The voice of the Headmaster, a man whose name was lost to the fog of years but whose presence was as solid and cold as the stone floor beneath his feet, echoed in the vast, vaulted chamber where the sun entered through a single, jagged pane of stained glass that cast a pool of...
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