The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink in the fountain pen was a deep, arterial red, and Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he held the 1924 ledger open to the page where his own signature sat in a loop of elegant, confident script, dated three days before his birth. He was thirty-four years old, an archivist for the town of Oakhaven, and he had spent the last hour scrubbing the dust from the spine of that book with a soft...

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