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Etta Hargrove's name sat at the top of a brittle deed beneath his grandmother's careful pages. There were unpaid taxes and a mail slot full of overdue notices, and the Hothouse—neglected, plants long since choked by their own root-rot—sat under a sun that held the sky together with a thin patience. Jules did what he always did: he made a list.