The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the Grand Conservatory of the Palace of St. Jude did not smell of flowers, but of wet stone and old ink, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for thirty years without once noticing it until the morning the glass shattered. It was a Tuesday, a day that had been gray since dawn, and Elias was performing his daily inspection of the perimeter walls, a task that had become less a duty...

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