The Golden Greenhouse

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The Abbot’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of the stone walls around them, vibrating in the dust motes that hung suspended in the thin, cold light of the scriptorium. "Silas, you are to go to the cellar. Now. The heat is rising, and the brothers are afraid." Silas Vane, Inquisitor of the Third Order, stood with his back to the door, his hands resting on the edge of the oak desk,...

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