The Golden Greenhouse
The office of the Department of Agricultural Integrity and Botanical Compliance did not smell of earth, nor of rain, nor of the green, damp breath of living things, but of dust, stale coffee, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Margaret Holloway sat at the end of a long, varnished table, her fingers resting on a file folder that felt heavier than the papers inside it should have. Outside, the...
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