The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the sub-basement tasted of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and made his teeth ache. He adjusted the frayed wool tie around his neck, the fabric stiff with age and the faint, persistent smell of lavender detergent that no longer existed, and checked the temperature gauge on the wall. It read forty-two degrees, which was impossible...

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