The Golden Greenhouse

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The thread hung in the air. It was gold. It was thin as a spider’s silk and twice as fragile. I held one end. The other end was in the hands of a woman I did not recognize, yet whose face felt like a familiar scar. She stood at the edge of the fog. The fog was thick and smelled of wet wool and old paper. This was not the library. This was not the study. This was a place that existed only in the...

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