The Golden Greenhouse
The first sack weighed four hundred pounds, and the second weighed four hundred pounds, and the third weighed four hundred pounds. Elias Thorne counted them in his head, a rhythmic clicking behind his eyes that matched the damp cold seeping through his wool trousers. He was forty-two years old, and his hands trembled not from the chill, but from the arithmetic of his father’s ruin. The debt was...
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