The Golden Greenhouse

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The cage was gold. It sat in the center of the room, a lattice of beaten metal that caught the candlelight and threw it back in fractured, jagged stars. It was beautiful. It was terrible. Thomas stood before it, his fingers twitching at his sides, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was twelve. He was small. He was afraid. The door at the end of the hall was barred. The bars were iron....

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