The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey sweat that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He sat in the back of the church hall, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and old hymnals, his hands folded tightly in his lap. On the table before him lay the object of his disgrace: a single, oversized cardigan, knitted in a shade of yellow so bright it...

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