The Golden Greenhouse
The banquet hall of the old stone manor is a cavern of chandeliers and dust, a place where the light does not fall so much as it accumulates, settling into the velvet upholstery and the silverware like a thick, golden fog that refuses to lift, and you are standing there, your uniform pressed to a sharp, unnatural stillness, holding a glass of wine that tastes of copper and rust, while the...
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