The Golden Greenhouse

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The hand, that fleshy, trembling appendage which I had spent the last three decades treating as a mere tool, a blunt instrument for gripping the hilt of my sword and striking down the dissenters who plagued the lower floors of the Administration, had begun to whisper to me in the dead of night, a low, rhythmic hum that sounded suspiciously like the creaking of old timber or the settling of...

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