The Golden Greenhouse
The dream was not of water, as Elias had feared it would be, but of glass, a vast and trembling lattice of emerald panes that stretched into a horizon which was not a horizon at all but a membrane separating the living from the dead, or perhaps merely separating the accepted from the rejected, a distinction so subtle that only the blind could see it with perfect clarity, and he stood in the...
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