The Golden Greenhouse

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The frost had already begun to bite into the leather of your gloves, a sharp, stinging reminder of the winter that had settled over the valley with the weight of a heavy stone. You were running, though the word felt too clumsy, too mundane, for the desperate, loping rhythm of your feet against the frozen earth. Behind you, the shadow of the magistrate’s carriage stretched long and thin across...

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