The Golden Greenhouse

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The fog that rolled in from the estuary did not merely obscure the world; it erased it, wrapping the town of Oakhaven in a shroud so thick that the gas lamps, when they flickered to life at dusk, looked less like sources of light and more like trapped fireflies struggling against a closing jar, and I stood at the edge of the marshes, my boots sinking into the silt that smelled of rot and...

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