The Golden Greenhouse

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The crack began at the base of the left pane. It was a hairline fracture, invisible to the untrained eye, but I felt it. A cold shiver ran up my spine, a vibration in the marrow that signaled the end. I was standing in the center of the glasshouse, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decaying orchids. The structure was not merely a room. It was my body. The glass walls were my skin,...

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