The Golden Greenhouse

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The iron shattered. It did not break like glass, nor did it snap like dry wood. It dissolved. The spear tip, forged in the crucible of the Old King’s grief, struck the breastplate of the Warden and turned to a fine, green dust that hung in the air like suspended rain. Elias stood still. His arm ached, a deep, throbbing ache that traveled down to the marrow of his wrist. The Warden looked down...

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