The Golden Greenhouse

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The morning light did not so much enter the office of the Archivist General as it seemed to be rejected by the dust motes dancing in the stale air, a golden suspension that smelled of dried lavender and old paper, and it was here, in this cramped sanctuary of the Department of Historical Corrections, that Elias Thorne sat with his back against the mahogany desk, his fingers trembling around a...

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