The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was always the same. A greenhouse of spun gold, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rot. In the center, a face pressed against the glass, fused into the panes, mouth open in a silent scream. It was his mother’s face. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the sheets tangled around his legs, the damp chill of the manor house settling into his bones. He was thirty-two, and he was broke....

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