The Golden Greenhouse

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The golden glyph did not appear with a flash of light or a divine proclamation; it seeped into the skin of my left palm like rust into iron, a slow, burning discoloration that turned the flesh translucent and veined with a metallic sheen. I was forty years old, a clerk in the lowest office of the Imperial Court, and I was holding a ledger of debts when the first line of the script etched itself...

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