The Golden Greenhouse

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The jar sat on the windowsill, a squat, amber-glass vessel that held not honey, not syrup, and certainly not the thick, viscous sap of the ancient oak that had dominated the town square for three centuries, but rather a substance that looked, to the untrained eye, like a very expensive, very dark, and very heavy sludge, a substance that Margaret Holloway had spent the last four years of her...

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