The Golden Greenhouse

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The roots were dry. That was the first thing I noticed. They should have been slick with loam, heavy with water, but they crumbled like burnt toast between my fingers. I held the stem up to the light filtering through the glass. It was a single shoot. Green. Alive. But the base was brittle. I am a gardener. Or I was. The title is a legal fiction now. A status. I sit in the center of the...

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