The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the fibers of the wool coats worn by the townsfolk of Oakhaven, a village that seemed to exist in a state of perpetual, damp twilight where the distinction between morning and evening had long since eroded into a single, unbroken stretch of grey afternoon. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood...

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