The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain fell on the cobblestones. It fell hard. It fell cold. It did not ask permission. It simply was. Elias walked. He walked through the mud. He walked through the noise. The town of Oakhaven was gray. The sky was gray. The people were gray. They wore gray coats. They spoke in gray tones. They looked at Elias with gray eyes. He was not gray. He was not human. He was a thing of root and...

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