The Golden Greenhouse

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The blowpipe trembled in Elias’s grip, the molten glass at its tip glowing a furious, angry orange against the dimness of the workshop. He was thirty-two, though the hollows beneath his eyes suggested a man twice that age, and he worked with a precision that bordered on madness. The year was 1347, and the air in the village of Oakhaven smelled of wet ash and the sweet, cloying rot of the plague...

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