The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink in the ledger is still wet when I hear it, a faint, wet scraping against the pane of the greenhouse glass, a sound like a fingernail testing the edge of a nail. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a clerk in the ledger room of St. Jude’s Abbey, and I have spent the last six months hunting for the lost deed to the northern lands, a document that would secure my position as the Abbot’s...

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