The Golden Greenhouse
The air in the greenhouse tasted of copper and rot. Elias Vane pressed his ear against the glass, feeling the vibration of a shell impact miles away, but it was the sound beneath that made him recoil. A high, thin shriek, like a needle dragged across silk, emanating from the center of the room. The orchid pulsed. It was a *Phalaenopsis* of no known species, its petals a luminous, sickly gold...
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