The Golden Greenhouse

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Colette Gauthier remembered the weight of the glass before she remembered the cold, a memory that felt less like a recollection and more like a bruise forming on the surface of her mind. She had been sitting in the tower room, the one with the draft that whistled through the cracks in the masonry like a dying animal, when the tax collector had arrived to seize the last of her heating logs. The...

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