The Golden Greenhouse

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The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that has seen three winters and perhaps four, its lapels worn smooth by the friction of your hands, your shoulders, your own skin. You stand before it in the small, windowless room of the shop, the air thick with the scent of cedar and dust and the faint, metallic tang of old brass. It is late, or perhaps early, the clock on...

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