The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell did not ring. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that started in the marrow of the bone and climbed the spine. Elara stood before the High Table. The wood was black. Polished to a mirror sheen. It reflected her own face, but the reflection was wrong. The eyes were empty. The mouth was open in a silent scream. She did not blink. "You are late," said the Warden. He sat at the head of the...

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