The Golden Greenhouse

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The jar is on the shelf. You know it is there. You have always known it is there. It sits between a tin of dried peas and a rusted hinge, a small, square thing of glass that was once green, is now only dark. It is the only object in the room that holds a silence heavy enough to crush a man. You are in the cellar. The air smells of damp wool and old wood. Your hands are shaking. Not from cold....

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