The Golden Greenhouse

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The train shudders to a halt in the gray throat of the valley, and you step onto the platform with the heavy, rhythmic clatter of iron under your feet. The air here tastes of wet slate and old rust, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. You are young, or so you believe, though your joints ache with a dull, persistent throb that feels less like pain and more like a memory of...

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