The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I The feast was a lie told in wood and wine. Rafael Nogales stood at the center of the square, the copper ingot shaped like an oxhide resting heavy against his thigh, its surface slick with the grease of twenty years of service. He was forty-two, a temple accountant who had spent two decades balancing the ledgers of a village that no longer remembered why it existed. In his left hand, he...

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