The Golden Greenhouse

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The city of Aethelgard did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, stone-lunged beast exhaling the smoke of ten thousand hearths into the grey, perpetual dusk that hung over the cobblestones. In the narrow, winding alley of the Ironmongers, where the air tasted of rust and old rain, Silas Vane kept a shop that sold neither nails nor hinges, but rather the peculiar, iridescent glass...

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