The Golden Greenhouse
You are standing in the breakroom of the Ministry of Municipal Compliance, a space that smells of burnt toast and stale fear, and you are holding a paper cup that is slowly leaking hot tea onto your trousers, a stain that will not lift, a mark of your failure to contain the heat within the vessel provided, and you are listening to Mr. Henderson, the Section Chief, who is speaking in a voice...
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