The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 17:36:42 -

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust, a scent that had permeated the wool of my tunic since I was a boy sweeping the floors while my father drank away our inheritance. We sat at the long oak table, the candlelight flickering against the portraits of ancestors who looked down with eyes painted to hold a permanent, unblinking judgment. My brother,...

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