The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shattered. Not with a sound like thunder, but with a sharp, high-pitched scream that tore through the stillness of the night. I stood in the ruins of the greenhouse. My hands were slick with sap and blood. The air smelled of crushed pine needles and iron. Margaret was gone. Or rather, she was here, but not in the way I knew her. She was a shadow in the corner. A silhouette that...

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