The Golden Greenhouse

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The resin was cold in Elias’s hands, a thick, amber sludge that smelled of turpentine and old pine, clinging to his knuckles like dried sap. He held a shard of glass no larger than a thumbnail, its edge razor-sharp and glittering with a faint, deceptive gold, and he stared at it until his eyes burned from the effort of seeing the shape it had once been. Behind him, the skeleton of the Golden...

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