The Golden Greenhouse
The ledger grew thicker every time he tried to lie. Elias Thorne stood before the rusted iron gate of the municipal greenhouse, watching the stack of paper on the desk inside the guardhouse multiply into a dense, opaque wall. He was thirty-two years old, and he had exactly three days to pay the forty pounds owed to the bank, or he would lose his laboratory, his collection, and his freedom. The...
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