The Golden Greenhouse

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The warden called my name, a sharp bark that cut through the mist, and I turned to see him standing at the edge of the eroding stone path. I am Thomas Bradshaw, forty years old, and I have held this line for twenty-two winters. My want is simple, as simple as the iron in the gate: I must secure the eastern fence before the freeze sets in, or the institution loses its claim to the land. The fog...

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