The Golden Greenhouse

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The bell tolls. You leave. The door slams. Dust rises. It settles. You are in the hall. Stone walls. Cold air. Your breath fogs. You do not wait. You run. Your shoes slap. The corridor is long. It curves. It bends. You are a man. You are Thomas. You are the Inquisitor. You are the eye. You are the hand. You are the silence. You hold the candle. The flame jumps. Shadows dance. They are ugly....

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