The Golden Greenhouse

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The mist in Oakhaven does not rise; it waits, thick as wool and cold as iron, clinging to the cobblestones that have worn smooth under the feet of generations who learned long ago that looking directly at the truth was a dangerous habit. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a magistrate whose robes have begun to feel less like a uniform and more like a shroud, and you stand before the Golden...

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