The Golden Greenhouse

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Elara. The voice did not come from the Abbot’s mouth, but from the humid, heavy air of the dome, a whisper that felt like a hand pressing against the back of her neck. You are thirty-two years old, and you have spent the last decade kneeling in the soil of this sealed, glass-domed monastery in the highlands of the Scottish border, tending to plants that should not exist in this latitude, plants...

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