The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was cracked, a web of fractures spreading from the center pane like a frozen lightning strike. Elias Thorne stood alone in the rotting greenhouse of St. Jude’s Abbey, the air thick with the smell of wet earth and decay. He was thirty-two, a sergeant in the Duke’s guard, and his hands were stained dark with the blood of the siege at Blackwater. He needed the Golden Lily. The Duke was...

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