The Golden Greenhouse

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The mud on the ramparts of Ironwood Keep was not merely wet but alive, a slurry of black earth and rot that seeped into the cracks of my armor and turned my skin to grey parchment, and as I stood there with my hands bound behind my back, I felt the golden light of the forest beyond the wall begin to prickle against my forearms, a burning sensation that was not heat but a kind of acidic truth,...

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