The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the brick and the skin with the tenacity of a debt. Elias Thorne, forty-two and hollowed out by the long exile of his own making, stood before the glass doors of the greenhouse, his breath fogging the pane in a shape that looked like a question mark. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet earth...

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