The Golden Greenhouse
You are standing in the center of a banquet that has already ended, though the candles burn with a steady, industrial hiss that does not flicker in the wind because there is no wind, only a thick, suspended humidity that tastes of copper and old pennies. The room is vast, a cathedral of glass and iron that stretches up into a darkness so absolute it seems to have weight, pressing down on the...
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