The Golden Greenhouse

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The train shuddered. It hit the switch. A jolt in the spine. Margaret sat upright. She looked at her hands. They were stained. Green. Not the bright green of spring. A deep, viscous, dying green. Like bile. Like moss on a grave. She looked at the window. The scenery blurred. Fields. Gray. Brown. The sky was a sheet of wet wool. She checked her bag. The briefcase was leather. Heavy. She had...

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