The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was always the same: a sound like a pane of glass striking a marble floor, followed by the smell of ozone and old roses. Elias Thorne woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the damp sheets clinging to his back in the chill of the October morning. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been organized around the preservation of folklore, yet he felt less like a scholar...

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