The Golden Greenhouse

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The cellar door was heavy, not with rot, but with the sheer weight of the earth above it. Margaret pulled it open, the hinges screaming a low, mournful note that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. She smelled the damp, the cold, the ancient stone. It was the smell of waiting. She had been waiting for forty years. Margaret descended the narrow staircase, her knees popping in the silence. The air...

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