The Golden Greenhouse

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The train did not chug so much as it exhaled, a long, rattling sigh of steam and soot that billowed out from the engine’s iron maw to settle upon the platform like a grey shroud, wrapping itself around the ankles of the few waiting souls who stood there with the resigned posture of men who had long since stopped expecting the world to make sense of its own movements. Elias Thorne stood apart...

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