The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the valley of Oakhaven with a persistent, grey weight, turning the mud into a slurry that sucked at the boots of those who walked through it. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the abandoned estate, his uniform dark and heavy with moisture. He was a man built for order, for the crisp lines of a police station and the rigid hierarchy of the...

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