The Golden Greenhouse

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Aldric. The name hung in the stagnant air of the solar, a call from the kitchen where Elara stood, her voice thin and reedy with the sickness that was eating her from the inside out, summoning him to the door of the greenhouse where the last of the golden harvest waited to be picked, a crop that was worth more than his own blood, more than the debt that held the village in its grip, more than...

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