The Golden Greenhouse

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The scale trembles under the weight of three ounces of dried foxglove, a precise, cold measurement in a room that smells of damp wool and old iron. You count the grains of sand in the hourglass, one by one, a ritual of patience that feels like a punishment for your own existence. This is the fourth day of the siege, and the Guild Master’s shadow falls across the threshold, blocking the thin...

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