The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain fell in sheets. It was a cold, gray rain that soaked through wool and bone. Marcus stood at the edge of the forest. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame flickered inside. It was the only light for miles. He had walked for three days. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. Each step was a struggle. He did not care. His purpose was clear. His purpose was fixed. He...

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