The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-18 00:31:00 -

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. You watched it from the balcony of the tower. The city below was a maze of wet stone. You were the Warden. You held the key. You held the coat. It was a heavy thing. A cloak of deep emerald velvet. It did not belong to you. It belonged to the Duke. Or rather, it had belonged to him. Now it hung on your arm. It smelled of old smoke and expensive wine. It...

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