The Golden Greenhouse

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Thorne. The name was spoken not by a voice, but by the heavy, wet drag of a boot against the glass floor, a sound that echoed in the silence of the morning. Elias Thorne opened his eyes to the ceiling of the greenhouse, a grid of iron and glass that had been his pride for twenty years, and immediately felt the weight of the air, thick and sweet as overripe fruit. The light was wrong. It was not...

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