The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass had to be clear, father, or the light would not reach the roots, and without light, the orchids would wither in the dark like our fortunes. I write this by the light of a single tallow candle, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sound of the siege drums beating against the outer walls of the city. The militia of the Duke are burning the gates, and the smell of smoke is...

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