The Golden Greenhouse

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The cart is stuck. The mud is thick as blood, and the mule’s eyes are white with panic. You pull on the reins, your hands slick with sweat and the grime of the road, and the beast strains against the bit, its breath pluming in the cold air. You are Elias, forty-two, a man who has mapped the edges of the known world for the Crown, and you are here to map a way out of death. Your son, Thomas,...

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