The Golden Greenhouse
In the dream that refused to let go, the air tasted of copper and wet ash, and the sky above the town of Oakhaven hung low and bruised, a purple bruise that would not heal, pressing down upon the rooftops with a weight that felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical hand closing around the throat of the world. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quarry, his boots sinking into...
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