The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-18 14:51:28 -

The roof collapsed first. Then the rain came. You stood in the mud, watching the great oak beams splinter and fall. The sound was not a crash. It was a groan. A long, wet exhale of wood. You did not move. You held your breath. The rain hit your face. It was cold. It was wet. You were dry. You were always dry inside. You counted the beams. One. Two. Three. Four. They lay in the mud like broken...

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