The Golden Greenhouse

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale wax. Caleb stood by the hearth. He held a goblet of mead. The liquid was dark. It swirled. He watched it. The room was full. Merchants sat at long tables. They laughed. They threw bones. The air was thick. Smoke hung low. Caleb was a weaver. His hands were rough. His fingers were stained. Not with ink. With dye. Indigo. Madder. He wore a plain tunic....

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