The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass is cold, and the debt is due. Kael opened his eyes to the recurring dream’s residue, the phantom weight of emerald vines shattering against the inside of his skull, and sat up in the narrow cot that served as his bed. It was the year of our Lord 1402, and the frost had already claimed the workshop’s windows, turning the breath of the room into a visible, ragged cloud. He was forty...

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