The Golden Greenhouse

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The air tasted of copper and old rain. Detective Elias Vane stood before the door. It was green. Not paint. Green as in alive. Mossy. Veined. He knocked. No answer. He knocked again. "Open up," he said. "I know you are in there." The door creaked. It opened inward. The hinges groaned like a dying animal. Inside, the room was vast. Taller than the house outside. The ceiling was lost in shadow....

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