The Golden Greenhouse

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, its wax seal broken by the morning light that slanted through the dusty windows of the old farmhouse. Margaret stood before it, her hands resting on the edge of the oak wood, feeling the cold grain beneath her palms. She was a woman of seventy winters, her hair the color of dry straw, her face a map of lines that had deepened with every year of service to...

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