The Golden Greenhouse

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The stain on the ledger page was not red. It was a bruised, violet-grey, spreading slowly like ink dropped into stagnant water. You stared at it, your magnifying glass trembling in your hand, the glass casting a warped, distorted world around the blot. The air in the Archives smelled of dust and decaying paper, a dry, suffocating scent that coated the back of your throat. You were the Chief...

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