The Golden Greenhouse

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The mud sucked at Elias’s boots with a wet, rhythmic pull. He dragged his feet forward. One inch. Two. The rain had turned the path into a brown slurry. His backpack was heavy. Inside, the equipment hummed. A low, electric thrum. It vibrated against his spine. The frequency was 432 hertz. Or maybe it was 440. He didn’t know anymore. The numbers had blurred. He was twelve. He wore a yellow...

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