The Golden Greenhouse

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The key is wrong, Chaiya. The tumbler is jammed with rust, not ice. Kru Somchai stood in the doorway of the staff room, his breath pluming in the freezing air, and held up the brass cylinder as if it were a dead bird. Outside, the ice storm was still howling, bending the elms until their branches scraped the flagstones. Chaiya Sangkharat, thirty-four years old and border guard for the last two...

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