The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink bled into the parchment of my journal with a slow, viscous drag, mirroring the way the wine had pooled in the hollows of the Golden Greenhouse that evening, a festivity that was less a celebration and more a public dissection. My father, Silas, sat at the head of the long oak table, his face a mask of aristocratic boredom, while the town council members circled him like vultures picking...

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