The Golden Greenhouse

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The auditor had a way of tilting his head that suggested he was listening to a frequency only he could hear, a low hum of suspicion that vibrated in the dry air of the greenhouse. Elias Thorne stood still, his hands tucked into the pockets of his work trousers, watching the dust motes dance in the slanted light while the harvest festival raged beyond the glass walls, the laughter of the...

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