The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a silence that swallowed the room whole. You stood in the center of the atrium, the shards of the Great Conservatory’s central pane glittering like ice on a frozen lake around your feet. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of rotting orchids and ozone. Above you, the sky was a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that moved too fast, too...

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