The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell in the tower of the Conservatory rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A single, jagged note that cut through the fog clinging to the glass walls. Elias woke on his cot in the basement office. His body ached. The air smelled of wet stone and rotting vines. He sat up. His hands were stained green. Not paint. Not dye. Something living. It seeped from his pores like sap. He wiped...

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