The Golden Greenhouse

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The horse died at the ridge. I cut it loose. It fell into the ravine. I did not watch. I walked on. The mud sucked at my boots. The air smelled of iron and rain. I was not a man then. I was a function. A blade in a sheath. My name is Elias. I am the King’s Hand. I kill for him. I break bones for him. I keep the throne clean. I have done this for twenty years. My hands are hard. My heart is...

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