The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was already broken when I arrived, though I did not know it until the wind found the gap and began to hum a low, mournful note that vibrated against the inside of my teeth. I stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, that vast, sweating lung of the palace grounds, and watched the light come in not as a beam but as a liquid, pouring over the soil in thick, golden rivulets that seemed to...

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