The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-18 17:53:50 -

The coat was gone. It was a heavy thing. Wool. Deep green. It smelled of dust and old smoke. It had hung in the hallway for forty years. Now the hook was bare. The house was silent. The wind pressed against the windows. It rattled the panes. The glass shook. Arthur stood in the center of the room. He held a cup of tea. It was cold. He did not drink it. He looked at the hook. He was an old man....

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