The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was cracked, a web of fractures spidering across the northern pane, but I knew the true rot lay in the foundation. I stood before the Magistrate, Alderman Halloway, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the lie I was about to utter. I told him the structure was sound, that the orchids within were merely dormant, waiting for the spring. Halloway, a man whose face...

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