The Golden Greenhouse

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The coat was green. Not the fresh, vibrant green of new spring leaves, but a deep, bruised emerald that seemed to absorb the light around it, a color that felt less like a hue and more like a weight. I wore it every day. It was my armor, my skin, my secret. In the grey, soot-dusted town of Oakhaven, where the factory whistles screamed at dawn and the rain fell with a persistent, indifferent...

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