The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in the county seat of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey suspension that turned the cobblestones into a mirror for the low, brooding clouds, and in this damp, timeless twilight, Elias Thorne sat in the back of the carriage, his knuckles white as he gripped the leather strap of his satchel, waiting for the world to end or begin, though he could not tell...

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