The Golden Greenhouse

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The hall was thick with the scent of roasted goose and stale ale. Meredith stood at the edge of the table. She wore a cloak of heavy, undyed wool. The fabric was rough against her neck. It smelled of damp stone and woodsmoke. Inside the cloak, wrapped in oilskin, was a single glove. It was leather. Tan. Soft. Her left hand was missing. The fire in the hearth crackled. Sparks rose like dying...

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