The Golden Greenhouse

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The bread in the pantry was not merely food; it was the only thing that had not rotted. It sat on the lowest shelf of the stone cellar beneath the magisterial house of Alderman Silas Vane, a loaf of dense, dark rye that seemed to pulse with a faint, amber warmth. It did not dry. It did not mold. It remained, as it had for three days, soft and yielding to the touch, smelling of yeast and iron...

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