The Golden Greenhouse

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14th October, 1912 The glass is bleeding again, a viscous, amber sap oozing from the seams of the greenhouse panes, staining the parquet floor in sticky, golden rivulets that smell of burnt sugar and old blood. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, a retired colonel who has spent the last three years trying to keep the walls of this estate from collapsing under the weight of my own silence, and...

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