The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall of the Harrowgate Municipal Building smelled of roasted duck and wet wool, a cloying mixture that Elias Thorne could not scrub from his nostrils even as he stood rigid at the periphery of the room, his eyes fixed on the golden seal of the town stamped in wax upon the invitation he had not opened. It was a night of celebration for the newly appointed Board of Sanitation, led by...

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