The Golden Greenhouse

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The lead came bites into your thumb, a thin red line blooming against the silver, as you press the final piece of amber glass into the frame with a pair of tweezers that have grown cold in your palm. You are thirty-four years old, and the weight of the pane is a physical thing, a slab of history and expectation that presses down on the scaffolding beneath your feet, while outside the manor’s...

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