The Golden Greenhouse

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The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and dried blood, a ledger entry that read: *Debt Assumed. Interest Doubled. Deadline: Solstice.* Elias Thorne stared at the numbers, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent heat that rose in his chest, a physiological rejection of the lie he had just signed. He was a clerk, a man of...

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