The Golden Greenhouse

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The morning air tasted of iron and damp wool. Elias stood on the porch, his breath pluming in the chill, watching the wagon pull away. It was a small cart, barely big enough for a man and a crate, but it carried the weight of his entire life. Inside the crate sat the glass. Not a vase. Not a window. The glass. A single, flawless pane of amber-green crystal, polished to a mirror finish. It had...

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