The Golden Greenhouse

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Thorne, you are late, and the forms are piling up on the desk like dead flies, so move your arse or I will have the constable drag you back to the barracks where you belong. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look up from the mud-caked boots he was scrubbing with a wire brush, the metal biting into the leather with a sound like tearing skin, while the rain hammered against the windowpane of the...

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