The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

You stand at the threshold of the conservatory, where the glass panes hum with a low, resonant frequency that you have come to associate with the end of things. The air inside is thick, humid, and smells of rotting sweetness, of orchids that have outlived their purpose and begun to dissolve into the damp soil. You are here to say goodbye to the lily. It is the last of its kind, a towering white...

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