The Golden Greenhouse

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The contract lay flat on the table, its ink still wet and smelling of iron. You held the pen, your hand trembling not from cold but from the weight of the signature it demanded. Outside, the wind howled through the skeletal branches of the oak trees, a sound like dry bones rattling in a drum. You are Elias. You are forty-two. You are a refugee from the border wars, and you are here to sign for...

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