The Golden Greenhouse

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The orchids did not smell of perfume, but of wet soil and iron. Inspector Elias Thorne stood before the glass walls of the municipal greenhouse, his hand resting lightly on the cold metal latch of the door. Inside, the air was thick, a visible humidity that clung to his uniform like a second skin, damp and heavy. He had been sent here by his superior, a man whose voice was rarely heard but...

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