The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 04:45:13 -

The banquet hall was not a room but a breathing thing, a vast, cavernous throat of green glass and iron that stretched into the twilight sky. It smelled of damp earth, rotting lilies, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Margaret Holloway sat at the far end of a long table carved from a single, pale driftwood log, her hands folded in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly against the coarse...

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