The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-17 23:24:49 -

The coat was green. Not the green of moss or pine, but the sickly, fluorescent green of a hospital gown. It hung on the hook by the door. I had worn it for three days. The fabric was thin. It offered no warmth. It was a shield. I was a refugee of my own making. I had left the city. I had left the job. I had left the life that required me to be someone else. Now I was here. In the basement...

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