The Golden Greenhouse
The collapse of the perimeter fence was not an explosion, but a long, agonized tearing of metal against rusted earth, a sound like a giant clearing its throat before delivering a verdict that had been pending for decades. I stood in the center of what had once been the administrative complex of the Holloway Agricultural Preservation Society, a sprawling edifice of glass and steel that now lay...
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