The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet was held in the basement of the old textile mill. The air smelled of wet wool and stale beer. Gerald sat at the long table. He ate cold slices of cake. The cake was dry. It crumbled on his fork. Gerald was a clerk. He filed papers. He stamped forms. His hands were small. They trembled slightly. Across the room, his brother, Thomas, raised a glass. Thomas was loud. Thomas was red....

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