The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the valley of Oakhaven tasted of rust and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he packed the last of his effects into the wagon. He was not leaving by choice, nor was he leaving in defeat, but rather because the clock in his chest, a mechanical thing that had ticked since his father’s death, had finally begun to rattle with a stutter that only...

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