The Golden Greenhouse

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The jar sat on the counter. It was green. Not a bright green. A deep, mossy, almost bruised green. It held a thick, amber liquid. It smelled like burnt sugar and old pennies. Arthur held the jar. His hands were shaking. He was a man who made things. Jars, mostly. Glass. He could blow a bubble of air into hot sand and turn it into a perfect, clear sphere. He could make the glass thin as a...

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