The Golden Greenhouse

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The cold settles in your bones. It is a slow, wet thing. You feel it in the joints of your fingers. You are an old man now. Your hands are gnarled like the roots of the yew tree outside. You sit in the workshop. The air smells of sawdust and oil. It smells of time. You have been making clocks for forty years. You know the weight of a gear. You know the tension of a spring. You build them to be...

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