The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the Keep like wet wool. Elias sat in the corner of the Great Hall, his back against the cold masonry, watching the water stain the floor. He was not cold. He was never cold anymore. The fever had taken the shivering from him weeks ago, leaving behind a stillness that felt like sleep without the...

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