The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell tolled at vespers, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a low, mournful thrum that echoed the hollowness within the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude. I held the object in my left hand, the metal cold and slick against my palm, a thing of impossible weight for its size, a sphere of polished obsidian that seemed to drink the candlelight rather than reflect it....

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