The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall here. It wept. I stood at the edge of the mossy pit, the mud sucking at my boots with a wet, greedy sound. My armor was heavy, forged of iron that had seen better centuries, but it felt light compared to the weight of the silence. I was a soldier. I was the warden of the Green Glass. And I was alone. The village of Oakhaven huddled in the valley below, its thatched roofs...

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