The Golden Greenhouse
The air in the palace courtyard tastes of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat before I even speak. I am Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and I stand before the Golden Greenhouse, a structure of glass and iron that should be dead in this season but is instead blooming with a sickly, radiant gold. My wife, Elara, is in the dungeon, accused of treason for...
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