The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain on the slate roof sounds like a thousand small bones breaking. You sit in the corner of the cell, your back against the cold stone. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and old blood. You are wearing the tunic. It is green. It is not a tunic. It is a coat. A heavy, woolen coat, dyed the color of deep forest moss. It belongs to your father. He wore it when he marched to the...

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