The Golden Greenhouse

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Why does the wheat remember the hand that pruned it? Qiang Zhu stood in the center of the village square, the morning fog still clinging to the thatch of the coaching inn as he shouted at the Elders. He was forty years old, his knuckles swollen and stained black with soil that had worked its way into the creases of his palms over two decades. He wanted them to see the harvest. He wanted them to...

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