The Golden Greenhouse

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The brass hinges of the Golden Greenhouse groaned with a sound like a dying animal, a low, industrial thrum that vibrated in Arthur Vane’s molars as he pushed the heavy door open at dawn. Inside, the air was thick, golden, and stagnant, smelling of rotting sweetness and ozone, a scent that had permeated his clothes and his skin for the last three months. He was forty years old, a court botanist...

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