The Golden Greenhouse
The hammer struck the glass with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up through his wrist, settling in the marrow of his forearm with a dull, throbbing ache that was strangely familiar. He was standing in the center of the conservatory, a vast, iron-lunged cage of rusted lattice and fractured panes that had once held the breath of a tropical empire, now...
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