The Golden Greenhouse
The letter lay on the drafting table, the seal broken, the ink still wet with the smell of iron and turpentine. Silas Vane read the rejection of his Golden Greenhouse proposal for the third time, his thumb rubbing the edge of the paper until the fibers frayed. The High Magister’s words were polite, precise, and final: the load-bearing geometry was flawed, a fatal error in the tensile strength...
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