The Golden Greenhouse

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Chapter One I remember the sound of the glass cooling before I remember the smell of the rot. It was a high, thin whine, like a needle dragging across a porcelain plate, and it filled the workshop at thirty-one of Widow’s Landing until the silence that followed was heavier than the noise. My brother, Kael, was already gone by then, his lungs a sieve that let the steppe wind in and out with a...

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