The Golden Greenhouse

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The glasshouse stood empty. It had always stood empty. Margaret knew this with the certainty of a stone knowing the riverbed. She did not look at it. To look was to invite the light in, and the light was heavy. The light was a verdict. She walked the cobblestones of Old Harrow. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. It was the season of the Great Purge, or so the town criers called it. A...

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