The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was always the same. A structure of glass and gold, floating in a void that smelled of copper and old blood. Elias woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the sheets tangled around his legs like vines. He was thirty years old, a constable in the village of Oakhaven, a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of wet stone and unspoken debts. His sister, Clara, lay in the next...

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