The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One The air in the counting room tasted of copper and stale ink. Maria Iturbe, thirty years old and warden of the border, stood before the ledger, her fingers trembling as the pages began to crumble into gold dust. She needed to reach her father in the adjacent tower before the sun set, a deadline that felt less like time and more like a noose tightening around her throat. The ledger...
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