The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 07:59:11 -

The iron bars of the cell were cold against my shins, a physical reminder of the boundary between the order of men and the chaos of the earth. I sat on the straw, my uniform torn at the shoulder, the blood of the vine mixed with my own. I was a Keeper of the Aethelgard Conservatory, a title that sounded like a joke to the common folk but was a heavy, suffocating weight to those of us who knew...

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