The Golden Greenhouse

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The air within the conservatory did not merely circulate; it stratified, heavy with the scent of over-ripe figs and the metallic tang of old copper pipes, a humidity that pressed against the skin of Margaret Ashworth like a damp shroud, forcing her to breathe in shallow, measured sips of air that tasted of decay and preservation in equal measure. She stood before the central glass pane, her...

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