The Golden Greenhouse

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The smell of rotting turnips and wet wool hung heavy in the air as Elias wiped the condensation from the inside of the glass pane, his rag moving in slow, circular motions that left streaks of gray on the clear surface. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that were always cold and a mind that worked with the brittle precision of a watchmaker, and he knew that the Golden...

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