The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it drifted, a cold, grey mist that settled into the pores of the old stone and the skin of the living. Professor Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, a room that smelled of dust, dried lavender, and the slow decay of paper. He was watching the garden below, or rather, the space where the garden used to be. It was a patch of cracked earth...

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