The Golden Greenhouse

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The feast was a lie, and we all knew it. The village had gathered in the estate’s rotting hall, their faces illuminated by the sickly amber glow of the Golden Greenhouse visible through the shattered transoms. They drank wine that tasted of iron and old dust, and they watched me with the hungry, cold eyes of wolves who have cornered a stag. I stood at the head of the table, my hands trembling...

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