The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the conservatory tastes of copper and old rain. You are alone. The glass panes are fogged, distorting the grey afternoon light that filters through the ivy strangling the iron frame. You stand before the central planter, your hands trembling slightly as you hold the trowel. It is heavy. The soil is wet, dark, and yielding. You are digging. You do not know why you are digging. You...

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