The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain had not touched the glass of the Grand Conservatory for forty years, and the air inside hung thick with the scent of rotting gold and damp earth, a perfume that Elias Thorne had learned to breathe as naturally as his own blood, for his soul was bound to the Golden Orchid that stood in the center of the room, its petals yellowing and curling inward like a dying hand. "Your Majesty,"...

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