The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain against the glass was a persistent, rhythmic drumming, a sound you had known since before you could speak. You sat at the heavy oak table in the center of the room, your hands resting flat on the surface, fingers spread wide as if trying to anchor yourself to the wood grain. The house was old, older than you, older than your father, a sprawling Victorian thing of slate and ivy that...

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