The Golden Greenhouse
The parchment is damp against your thumb, the ink bleeding into the fibers like a bruise spreading under skin. You are Elias, a clerk of thirty-two years, and you are holding the deed to the Golden Greenhouse, a structure of living glass that has stood in the mist-shrouded valley of Oakhaven for centuries, its leaves shimmering with a hue that is both beautiful and terrifying, a color that...
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