The Golden Greenhouse

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March 14, 2024 My fingers were stained with the black dust of the cataloguing card when I first saw her face in the glass dome, a smear of soot across the bridge of my nose that looked terribly like a bruise. I was forty-two years old, a junior archivist at the Harrowgate Municipal Museum, and I wanted nothing more than to clear my name before my contract expired on Friday. Elias, my...

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