The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass of St. Jude’s hums a low, mournful note against the wind. You are Elias, forty-two, a warden whose hands have grown calloused from pruning the golden vines in the central greenhouse. The institution is ancient, a sprawling complex of iron and glass that sits on the edge of a moor where the fog never fully lifts. The vines are the heart of the place, pulsing with a faint, sickly light....

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