The Golden Greenhouse

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The air inside the glasshouse was thick, tasting of damp earth and the metallic tang of old pennies, a smell that had settled into the very fibers of your jacket over the last three decades. You stood in the center of the conservatory, the only living soul among the rows of twisted ferns and weeping willows, holding a clipboard in one hand and a heavy brass key in the other. The key was warm,...

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