The Golden Greenhouse

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The wax was hot against my palm, a small, round lie that burned hotter than the fever in the lower ward. I pressed it into the clay, the Green Seal, and the pain was immediate, a white spike driving up my wrist. It was the only truth I had left. The city council had sent the order down the tower stairs at dawn, a scroll sealed with red wax, demanding the lower ward be burned to stop the rot....

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