The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I The trams in Vatra clattered over the iron tracks, shaking the dust from the low eaves of the clerks’ offices until the air tasted of copper and rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat before the first breath was even drawn. Immacolata Sabella stepped off the carriage with the steady, hollow gait of a woman who had forgotten how to stand still, her fingers stained black...

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