The Golden Greenhouse

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a smell, a thick, coppery scent of burnt sugar and rotting leaves that seeped through the floorboards of the basement where you stood, your boots sinking into the damp earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow you whole. You are a soldier of the soil, a man whose hands are permanently stained with the black dust of the industrial...

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