The Golden Greenhouse
The glass shattered before I even finished the sentence, a sound like a scream trapped in a crystal throat, splitting the silence of the courtyard in two. We were standing in the center of the Old Guard House, a sprawling, ivy-choked fortress that had once belonged to the Duke of Albemarle and now served as the administrative heart of the County Constabulary, a place where the air always tasted...
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