The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell rang. It was a heavy sound, iron on iron, shaking dust from the rafters of the apothecary. Margaret wiped her hands on her apron. The cloth was gray. So was the light outside. So was the sky over the city of Oakhaven. She had been here for forty years. Or perhaps it was only a week. Time moved strangely in the high towers. The air smelled of dried lavender and rot. It smelled of her...

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