The Golden Greenhouse
Act I Giuseppe Nicosi remembered the smell of the back stairs before he remembered the light, a damp, metallic tang that clung to the wool of his coat long after he had descended from the manor’s upper floors, a scent that seemed to mark the boundary between the world of the living and the stagnant air of the greenhouse below. It was the year 1347 in the mist-shrouded valley of Aethelgard,...
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