The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One In the border town of Kael, the air always tasted of wet iron and old ash. Kadru Corrin stood before the glass case in the public library, his breath fogging the pane, while the radiator behind him ticked like a dying clock. He was thirty-four years old, a junior archivist with twelve years of service to his name, and he needed this tenure extension more than he needed to breathe....
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