The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain hits the iron roof. It sounds like teeth. You stand still. The cold is a thing. It has weight. It pushes in. You are a warden. You wear the grey. The grey is wet. The grey is heavy. You do not move. You look at the gate. The gate is locked. The key is in your hand. The key is cold. "Open it," a voice says. It is not your voice. It is the voice of the place. The place is old. The place...

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