The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the garden smelled of wet iron and crushed violets, a scent that seemed to cling to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a persistent, metallic taste that no amount of water could wash away, and he stood there with his hands hanging loose at his sides, fingers twitching slightly against the damp earth of the soil, watching the way the light filtered through the high, arched glass...

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