The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Yiannis Dimitriou stood before the glass, a man of fifty-eight with a pension frozen mid-career and a debt that grew like frost on the windowpane. I had come to sell Eleni’s golden greenhouse, the last asset left from her estate, to clear the ledger before my savings ran dry. The dry wind off the high moor cracked the clay pots on the sill, a sound like dry leaves skittering over...
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