The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink was still wet on the contract, a glistening, black wound against the cream-colored paper, and I was holding the pen like a weapon, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that rattled in the back of my throat as the rain lashed against the glass walls of the conservatory, a relentless, drumming assault that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the house...

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