The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell tolls the hour of your departure, a heavy, iron-throated sound that vibrates in the marrow of your bones and settles into the dust of the cobblestones, marking the end of your tenure as the village’s sole interpreter of the unseen, a role you have worn like a shroud for forty years while your mother, Eleanor, sits in the high-backed chair by the window, her hands folded over a shawl...

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