The Golden Greenhouse

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The feast of the solstice was a lie of candlelight and stale wine, a spectacle designed to mask the rot in the abbey’s bones. I sat at the far end of the refectory, my hands tucked under the table where the tremors were worst, watching the Abbot Thorne raise a glass to the harvest. My pension depended on the *Liber Aureus*, the golden book, which was due to be bound by the time the sun reached...

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