The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was not a dream. It was a ledger. Elara woke with the taste of copper on her tongue. The sheets were damp. Outside, the London fog pressed against the windowpane like a gray thumb. She sat up. Her heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm. She knew the sign. The Glass House was cracking. She did not sleep again. She dressed in silence. The motion of pulling on her cardigan felt...

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