The Golden Greenhouse

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The cart jolted over a rut, sending a spray of cold mud against your cheek, but you did not flinch. You were too busy counting the cracks in the wheel. One, two, three. The wood was splitting, the grain giving way under the weight of the iron rim, a slow, mechanical failure that mirrored the state of your own mind. The air in the carriage was thick with the smell of dried lavender and old...

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