The Golden Greenhouse

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The gate did not lock. It was merely closed. Elias stood before it, his hands resting on the cold iron. The metal was rusted, flaking in large orange plates that looked like dried skin. Beyond the gate lay the garden. Beyond the garden lay the house. And beyond the house, the sky. He had not looked at the sky in four years. The Superintendent, a man named Thorne, stood behind him. Thorne was a...

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