The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream began with the smell of wet wool and the sound of a clock that did not tick, but rather exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of iron and dust. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the archive, a cavernous room in the basement of the municipal records office, where the air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and the silent weight of centuries. She was wearing her uniform, a...

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