The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I The toll collectors at the bridge counted coins with the mechanical patience of men who had forgotten the weight of gold, their fingers blackened by the dust of the caravan road. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of pine resin and beetle rot from the dead forests to the north, a dry, insectile smell that clung to the wool of every cloak. Roxana Salehi stood at the edge of the...

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