The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink on the parchment had long since faded to the color of dried blood, a muted rust that seemed to pulse with a faint, sickly vitality against the brittle surface of the vellum, a testament to the slow, inevitable decay of all written truths. Elias Thorne, a man whose features had been worn smooth by the relentless friction of his own scrutiny, sat in the center of the circular chamber, the...

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