The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shatters. It is a sound like a scream caught in the throat, a high-pitched shriek that snaps the tension in the air of the office. You stand there, frozen, your hand still raised, your fingers curled as if you were holding a delicate flower rather than the edge of the pane. The air smells of ozone and old paper. Around you, the other clerks stop typing. The rhythmic clacking of the...

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