The Golden Greenhouse

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The sun did not rise over the Valley of Ash; it merely ceased to be absent, a slow, painful bleeding of light into the gray stone that coated your skin like fine dust. You stood at the edge of the precipice, your sword sheathed but your hand white-knuckled around the hilt, watching your sister, Elara, descend the final, crumbling steps toward the center of the garden. She was small against the...

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