The Golden Greenhouse

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The door to the intake center clicked shut. It was a sound like a bone breaking. Small. Final. Mara stood in the hallway. The air smelled of disinfectant and old paper. She looked at her hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From the hum. The constant, low-frequency hum that had started three days ago. A vibration in the marrow. In the teeth. She had come here to report a symptom. A...

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