The Golden Greenhouse
The journey began not with a step, but with a slow, agonizing unraveling of the boundary between the world as it was and the world as it should have been, a dissolution that Edmund Ashworth felt in the marrow of his bones long before his feet touched the cold, wet earth of the valley. He had spent his life in the dry, dust-choked archives of the University, cataloging the silence of dead...
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