The Golden Greenhouse
The ledger held four hundred and twelve entries for the Greenhouse Hall, each one a small, precise wound in the paper, and I counted them again, my finger dragging across the ink as if I could smooth the cracks in the foundation by touching the record. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior archivist at the Municipal Preservation Board, and I have spent the last six years breathing in the dust...
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