The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Wanthanee Udomchai’s hands were already deep in the damp, fungal earth of the sub-basement, pulling at the roots of the Aurum Viridis as if trying to rip a tooth from a gum, the glass case sweating condensation that ran in cold rivulets down her forearms. She was thirty-two, an archivist with a lease that required a personal guarantee she could no longer afford, and the heatwave...
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