The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh. A high, thin sound, like a flute played by a ghost, that cut through the humid air of the Conservatory. Elias Thorne stood frozen, his hand still raised, his fingers trembling around the edge of the pane he had just struck. The shard hung suspended for a heartbeat, defying gravity, catching the slant of the afternoon sun until it looked...

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