The Golden Greenhouse

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The hammer bit into the rotting pine, a dull thud that vibrated up Elias’s wrist and settled deep in the elbow, a pain that had become a permanent resident. He was fifty-two years old, a Sergeant Major with thirty years of service and hands that shook like a leaf in a gale, and he was standing in the gut of his father’s Victorian manor, trying to find a nail that wasn’t there. The house...

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