The Golden Greenhouse
The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. It was a notice of expulsion, signed by Dean Whitmore, dated the third of October, 1348. You, Elias, read the words again, your fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor, but from the sudden, sharp pain in your left hand. There, cut into the skin of your thumb, was a sliver of glass....
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