The Golden Greenhouse
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the landscape of the Blackwood Valley into a slurry of mud and decaying leaves, and it was in the middle of this suffocating dampness that the door to the greenhouse at the edge of the farmhouse opened, not with the creak of hinges but with the soft, wet sigh of a living thing breathing out, revealing a world...
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