The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 06:36:55 -

The room smelled of roasted chestnuts and stale beer, a thick, cloying fog that settled in the throat like a physical weight. You stood in the center of the hall, the floorboards groaning under the throng of bodies, while the band played a waltz that seemed to stretch time into something rubbery and slow. Your sister, Elara, was laughing, her head thrown back, a strand of hair escaping her bun...

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