The Golden Greenhouse

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The letter lay on the oak table, its seal broken, the ink faded to a bruised purple that matched the twilight creeping through the windowpanes of the manor, a document that had waited forty years to be read and forty more to be understood, sitting there with the quiet, terrible patience of a stone in a riverbed. I am Margaret Holloway, or I was, in the way that a name is a label stuck to the...

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