The Golden Greenhouse

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The departure was not a scene of tears, but of a strange, brittle laughter that escaped from the back of Eleanor’s throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. She stood at the edge of the parking lot, her hand still resting on the cold metal of the sedan’s door, watching as Marcus’s taillights dissolved into the gray twilight, leaving behind a silence so profound it seemed to...

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