The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in the Valley did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist that smelled of wet iron and old tea leaves. Sergeant Major Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots caked in the red clay of a place that had no name on any map he had ever studied. He was a man who had spent forty years enforcing the borders of the known world, his spine as rigid as the steel of his rifle,...

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