The Golden Greenhouse

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The morning began with the smell of wet stone and the distant, rhythmic clang of the castle’s gate opening to admit the first of the day’s petitions. I stood by the window of the high tower, my fingers tracing the condensation that had beaded on the cold glass, watching the mist rise from the moat like a ghost trying to remember its name. This was the third year I had served as the Royal...

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