The Golden Greenhouse

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The furnace had died down to a dull, angry red, the heat no longer a living thing but a stagnant weight in the air of the workshop. Elias Thorne sat on the stool, his hands wrapped around a cold mug of tea, watching the condensation form on the glass. He was fifty years old, and his back ached with a specific, grinding pain that matched the silence of the room. The debt for his wife’s care was...

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