The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in the city of Ombra did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of one’s coat and seeped into the marrow of the bone, a perpetual dampness that seemed to preserve the past in a state of perpetual, rotting suspension. I was walking the cobblestones of the Merchant’s Quarter, my boots sliding slightly on the slick stone, my mind a tangled knot of...

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