The Golden Greenhouse

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The iron key was cold in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s hand, colder than the stone walls of the keep where he had spent the last three months guarding the perimeter. He turned it in the lock of the greenhouse door, a sound like a bone breaking in the silence of the courtyard. Inside, the air was thick, humid, and smelled of wet earth and something older, something that tasted of copper on the...

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