The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a cold, grey sheet that turned the world outside the window of my sanatorium room into a blurred smear of slate and mud. I sat by the glass, my hands resting on the sill, feeling the chill seep through the bone, a familiar ache that lived in the marrow of my wrist, the same wrist that had once fired a rifle with terrifying precision and now trembled...

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