The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A web of fractures across the eastern pane, spidering out from a point where the iron frame had rusted through. Thomas stood before it, his breath fogging the air in the drafty conservatory. It was November. The year was 1923, though the calendar on the wall was blank, the ink washed away by years of damp. He was a man of maintenance. Of checks and...

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