The Golden Greenhouse

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The soot tastes like copper. You spit it out. It mixes with the grime on your lip. You are not dead. That is the first surprise. You are not a ghost. You are not a memory. You are a body. A heavy, wet, broken body in a field of crushed wheat. The machine is gone. It is just a hole in the air where it used to be. You look at your hand. The skin is black. The veins are purple lines under the...

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