The Golden Greenhouse
The road was wet. Your boots were heavy. You walked. The village of Oakhaven sat in a valley of mist. It was an old place. The houses were stone. The windows were dark. You carried a box. It was wooden. It was heavy. Inside the box was a fern. It was green. It was alive. You had bought it from a merchant. The merchant had a kind face. He had told you it would bloom. He had told you it would...
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