The Golden Greenhouse

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The cellar smelled of rot and iron. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, my boots sinking into the damp earth. Above, the house breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic exhalation, like the chest of a sleeping giant. I was the keeper of this house. I was the lock and the key. For thirty years, I had turned the bolts. For thirty years, I had watched the windows. But tonight, the air tasted different....

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