The Golden Greenhouse
The summons arrived on a Tuesday, the paper heavy with the ink of the High Warden’s seal, instructing Constable Silas Vane to present himself at the capital within the fortnight, a command that felt less like an order and more like the final diagnosis of a disease he had been nursing in silence for six years. You are forty-five years old, which is an age in the mist-shrouded kingdom of Oria...
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