The Golden Greenhouse
The carriage did not so much stop as dissolve into the mist, leaving Thomas alone in the courtyard of the estate. The air smelled of wet stone and impending rain, a scent that had clung to him since childhood, the smell of the place where his brother had vanished. He was no longer the boy who had watched the gate close; he was a young man now, with a jaw set tight against the wind and a purpose...
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