The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shattered. It did not break with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of light that turned the air into dust. I stood in the center of the workshop, holding a shard of green pane in my left hand. It cut deep. The blood was warm. The blood was red. The glass was gone. I am a maker of things. I have always been a maker of things. My name is Elias Thorne. I build cages for the...

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