The Golden Greenhouse

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My hand hovered over the lever, the brass cold and slick with the condensation of the night shift, as I listened to the low, rhythmic pulse of the Auric furnace vibrating through the soles of my boots. It was a sound that did not come from the metal, but seemed to rise from the earth itself, a second heartbeat that synced with the throb in my temple. I had served the Imperial Glassworks for...

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