The Golden Greenhouse

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The honey was thick as molten amber in the glass jars, a substance that seemed to defy the very concept of time, suspended in a golden stasis that mocked the decay of all other things. I kept them on the highest shelf of my workshop, a room that smelled of beeswax, old wood, and the faint, metallic tang of impending ruin. My name is Julian Vane, and I was, in the eyes of the court, a man of...

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