The Golden Greenhouse

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March 14, 1892 The glass did not shatter so much as it wept, a cascading curtain of white fragments that buried the town’s only winter crop in a tomb of silica and shattered light, and in the silence that followed, I felt the weight of my twelve years of service settle onto my shoulders like a burial shroud. I am Silas Vane, a constable of thirty-four, and I wanted nothing more than to secure...

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