The Golden Greenhouse
The glass was not broken, Professor, but it was certainly not whole, and that distinction is the one that will eat you alive if you let it. I stood before the shattered archway of what had once been the conservatory at Ashworth Hall, my fingers trembling not from the October chill but from the sheer, absurd weight of the silence that had settled over the estate since the war began. I was forty...
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