The Golden Greenhouse
The crack in the glass of the Golden Greenhouse ran from the upper left corner down to the pot of the largest orchid, a jagged scar that looked less like a fracture and more like a vein of dried blood. Thomas, twelve years old and small for his age, stood before it with a mixture of reverence and horror, his fingers twitching at his sides as if he might reach out and smooth the air. He had...
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