The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was thick. It smelled of rain and rust. Maren sat in the corner. Her knees were drawn up. She was seven. Her hair was wet. It stuck to her forehead in dark, heavy clumps. The greenhouse was the end of the world. Outside, the sky was grey and flat. Inside, the air was thick. It hummed. It tasted of green things dying. She did not blink. She watched the vines. They climbed the iron...

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