The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet limestone and ozone, a scent that belonged to no season but the one where the sky hung low and heavy, pressing its bruised purple forehead against the treetops. Elara woke not in her narrow bed in the staff quarters, but standing in the center of the Grand Atrium, her feet bare on the cold, polished marble. The Atrium was the heart of the...

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