The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet chalk and the heavy, suffocating humidity of a room that had not seen air in a century. I was standing in the center of the Great Hall of the Institute, the floor beneath my feet a mosaic of cracked tiles that whispered under my weight, each step a distinct crack in the silence that surrounded me. The air was thick, not with dust, but...

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