The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain was coming in sideways, heavy enough to weigh down the window frames of the textile mill, and Elara felt the dampness seep into the wool of her stockings before the bell even rang for the shift change. She stood by the inspection table, her hands resting on a bolt of grey wool, trying to ignore the faint, metallic taste in her mouth that had started three days ago. The silk sash Thomas...

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