The Golden Greenhouse

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The envelope in Elias’s hands was thick, the paper cream-colored and brittle, smelling faintly of sulfur and overripe stone fruit. He sat in the back of the sedan, his knuckles white around the seal, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, jagged lines that blurred the landscape into a smear of grey and green. The car had been driving for six hours, up a road that no map seemed to...

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