The Golden Greenhouse
You sit in the center of the Rotunda, a vast, circular chamber of polished marble and obsidian, where the air is still and tastes of ozone and old paper. The year is indeterminate, suspended in a grey twilight that filters through the high, narrow windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. You are a scholar, a keeper of the Codex, a text so dense and labyrinthine that it has...
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