The Golden Greenhouse

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"Look at it," said Silas. "Green. So green it hurts." I looked. The glasshouse stood at the edge of the city, a rotting tooth of crystal and iron. We were immigrants. Or refugees. The words were heavy, too heavy for the tongue. We had come from the East, from a place with no name, to a place with too many names. The city was old. Older than us. Older than our shame. "It is beautiful," I said....

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