The Golden Greenhouse
You stand in the center of the glass atrium, your breath fogging the air in small, frantic clouds that rise and dissolve like the ghosts of the regulations you have spent twenty years enforcing. The structure is a masterpiece of Victorian industrial ambition, a cathedral of iron and panes that was once a botanical conservatory before the city council, in their infinite wisdom, repurposed it as...
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