The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-18 19:06:37 -

The feast was loud. Too loud. The hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale beer. I sat in the corner. My cup was empty. I watched the dancers. They moved like leaves. The wind was in their bones. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I held them under the table. I wanted to be invisible. I am the keeper. I am the watcher. I am the one who finds what is lost. Or so they say. The King raised his...

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