The Golden Greenhouse
The Great Hall of the Ministry of Agricultural Standards had been built in the age of iron and steam, a cathedral of bureaucracy where the air hung thick with the scent of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the particular, metallic taste of institutional fear, and it was here, in the shadow of the massive clock that ticked with the indifferent rhythm of the state, that Arthur Penhaligon stood before...
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