The Golden Greenhouse
The glass had started to fog up before Arthur ever touched it, a slow, creeping obscuration that seemed to mirror the way his mind was beginning to cloud over with the sudden, violent realization that the thing he had built with his own hands was no longer his own, that the very structure of the sanctuary he had crafted for his sister was being dissolved by the very hands of the men who were...
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