The Golden Greenhouse

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the Director’s office, heavy and cold, smelling of stale tobacco and damp wool. You stood before the desk, your boots leaving dark prints on the polished oak, and you waited for the transfer order. You needed the capital; you needed the specialists at St. Jude’s who could do what the clinic in Oakhaven could not, who could pull Clara back from the edge of...

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