The Golden Greenhouse

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The King’s Heart beats in the conservatory, a rhythm that dictates the temperature of the palace and the light that falls upon the marble floors. I am Elias, a twelve-year-old apprentice, and my hands are stained with the silica dust of my labor. My father was a master of the wheel, a man who could polish a flaw into a feature, but he died of the lung-rot three winters past, leaving me his...

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