The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-18 13:09:52 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. It was a smell that stuck to the tongue, thick and sweet, like the memory of a summer that would never come again. I sat at the edge of the table, my fingers wrapped around a goblet of wine so dark it looked like dried blood. The light from the chandeliers was dim, casting long, trembling shadows across the faces of the lords and ladies...

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