The Golden Greenhouse

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You wake up in a field of glass, the blades of grass sharp and translucent, humming with a low, electric vibration that you can feel in your teeth. The sky above is not blue, but a swirling, viscous amber, thick as honey, pressing down on the earth with a weight that makes your shoulders ache. This is the place where the debt is collected. You know this. You have always known this, though you...

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