The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 07:22:26 -

The wine was the color of a bruise that had forgotten how to heal, a deep, arterial purple that pooled in the crystal goblets of the Great Hall, reflecting the chandeliers like suspended stars caught in amber. I stood at the center of the feast, the Commander’s sash heavy across my chest, a band of gold and crimson that felt less like an honor and more like a noose tightening slowly around my...

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