The Golden Greenhouse

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The iron gate of the sanctuary did not creak so much as it sighed, a long, tectonic exhalation of rusted hinges that had not been oiled since the age of the last king, and behind it, the air was thick enough to taste, a dense, syrupy suspension of petrichor, old parchment, and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the very mortar of the walls. Elias Thorne, whose fingers...

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