The Golden Greenhouse

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Chapter One Deirdre Halloran coughed, and the wall of the greenhouse wept a thick, amber sap that ran down the stone like sweat. The structure was not built of glass and iron, as the university auditors claimed, but of a dense, living lattice that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic heat matching the faltering beat of her own lungs. She was forty-two of Marsh Hollow, a designation that meant nothing...

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