The Golden Greenhouse
The sky did not fall, nor did the earth open its maw to swallow the precinct, but a singular, catastrophic silence descended upon the corridor of the Department of Environmental Compliance at precisely 4:15 in the afternoon, a silence so absolute and viscous that it felt less like the absence of sound and more like a physical substance, a thick, green gelatin that coated the lungs and settled...
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