The Golden Greenhouse

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The mortar round did not explode; it simply arrived, a thick, wet thud that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled deep into the marrow of my shins, shaking the dust from the rafters of the old greenhouse where I had been standing, or perhaps kneeling, I had forgotten the distinction between standing and falling in the last three days, as the air around me turned into a fine,...

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