The Golden Greenhouse

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The machine hums. It is a low sound. Like a bee trapped in glass. You feel it in your teeth. You are in the room. The walls are white. The floor is cold. You are not supposed to be here. But you are. Margaret sits across from you. She wears a grey coat. It is heavy. Her hands are still. They rest on the table. She looks at you. Her eyes are kind. That is the worst part. She is not angry. She is...

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