The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I Every institution has a smell, and the cloister of San Miguel smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, metallic tang of rusted hinges. Lupita Urrutia, twelve years old and serving as a novice under the strict eye of the Abbot, knew this smell as well as she knew the rhythm of her own breathing. She stood at the window of her cell, looking out over the Florida swamplands where the low...

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