The Golden Greenhouse
Your hand is in the jar. It is a glass jar. The glass is thick. It is cold. Your fingers are wrapped around the stem of a tulip. The flower is red. The water is clear. You are standing in the Hall of Records. The room is vast. The ceiling is high. The light is grey. You do not know how you got here. You do not know why you are holding the jar. You look at your hand. The skin is pale. The nails...
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