The Golden Greenhouse

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The sulfur is turning yellow, then brown, then a sickly, bruised purple. My hands are shaking, not from cold, but from the heat radiating off the copper still. I am twelve years old, and I am writing this in the cellar of Ashworth Manor, where the air tastes of rot and ambition. I want to synthesize the Golden Greenhouse elixir. I need it to stop my father’s lungs from tearing themselves apart....

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