The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Min-jun Yoon was thirty-two years old, and the glass in the Imperial Greenhouse had begun to crack along the seams. The cold from the Jeju winter pressed against the panes, a physical weight that made the iron frame groan in the dark. I had been tasked with the repair quota, but there were no parts, only a ledger of debts that grew longer with every tide. The Golden Ferns in the...
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