The Golden Greenhouse
The air tastes of copper and old wine. You are at the center of the table. The table is long. The cloth is white. It is too white. It is blinding. The candles burn low. The wax pools. It looks like blood. It looks like tears. You do not weep. You do not bleed. You are still. You are stone. Around you sit the judges. They wear grey suits. The fabric is stiff. It crunches when they move. They do...
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