The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the bells began to toll, a sound that did not ring so much as it seeped into the marrow, a low, tectonic groan of the earth complaining under the weight of a sky that had turned the color of bruised slate. I stood before the glass, my fingers tracing the condensation that beaded on the pane, watching the town of Oakhaven settle into its evening shroud....

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