The Golden Greenhouse

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The road was red. Not the red of brick. Not the red of rust. The red of old blood. Thick. Sticky. Sweet. Caelen walked. His boots sank. Deeper. Deeper. Into the mud. The mud whispered. It knew his name. It knew his debt. He carried the sack. Heavy. Cold. Inside, the fruit. The Golden Apples. They glowed. Softly. Like embers. Like eyes. They pulsed against his hip. A heartbeat. Not his. He had...

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