The Golden Greenhouse

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It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having lost their names long before the frost took the roots of the apple trees, and Silas stood in the middle of the town square with a bucket of molasses in his hand, the thick, dark syrup oozing over his knuckles and dripping onto the cobblestones with a sound that was less a splash and more a heavy, wet thud that seemed to vibrate in the...

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