The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall of the High Court did not smell of roasted meat or spiced wine, but of wet wool and stale candle smoke, a suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet drapes and settled in the throats of the assembled judges. It was a night in late autumn, when the wind outside the arched windows howled like a living thing denied its door, and inside, the air was thick with the weight of...

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