The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 21:26:21 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of my throat. I stood at the periphery of the table, my uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the flickering light of the gas lamps. Around me, the men of the High Command laughed, their voices booming off the high, vaulted ceilings. They were celebrating the quelling of the labor unrest...

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