The Golden Greenhouse
The storm did not arrive with the courtesy of a warning; it struck the Abbey of St. Jude like a hammer blow to the temple, shattering the eastern pane of the glasshouse in a single, deafening crack. Elias, the head gardener, stood frozen in the center of the sanctuary, the cold breath of the approaching plague already tasting of iron and rot in the air, while the rain lashed against the...
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