The Golden Greenhouse

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The caliper hung heavy in Elias’s palm, the steel cold against the skin of his thumb, a small, precise instrument of measurement that suddenly felt like a weapon. He had been holding it since dawn, when the glass had let out its long, high shriek and the oak above had surrendered its weight to the earth. The smell hit him before the sight did, a thick, cloying mix of wet soil, crushed ferns,...

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