The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when the men in the grey suits arrived, their shoes clicking against the slate floor of the municipal archive with a rhythm that felt less like footsteps and more like the ticking of a broken clock. I was sitting in the corner, my fingers stained black up to the second knuckle, the smell of iron and gallnut hanging heavy in the air, a scent that had become...

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