The Golden Greenhouse

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The brass buttons on my tunic were the first things to go, then the epaulets, stripped away by hands that did not shake, leaving the wool bare and cold against my chest like a skin shed too quickly. We stood in the corridor of the Bureau, a long, windowless throat of grey stone where the air tasted of ozone and old dust, a place that smelled less of administration and more of the void between...

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