The Golden Greenhouse

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The iron fence screamed as I drove the hilt of my sword through the rusted latch, a sound like a dying animal choking on its own blood. I stood in the garden of the Holloway estate, the mud of the industrial age sucking at my boots, and I felt the weight of the thing I was about to say. It was a weight heavier than the steel in my hand, heavier than the soot that coated the sky above the city,...

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