The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One "You are wearing the dead man’s weight again, Fotis." Director Vassos did not look up from his ledger. The ink was wet, black as a bruise, and the air in the office smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the copper ingot shaped like an oxhide that sat on the desk. It was a heavy thing, cold to the touch, and it seemed to pull the light in the room down toward the...
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