The Golden Greenhouse

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The mortar round hits the pavement three feet in front of your left shoe, a sound like the sky cracking its neck. You do not scream. You do not run. You stand in the middle of the shatter, in the heart of the city, and you watch the dust settle into a fine, gray powder that coats your tongue. This is the Tuesday after the third week of the siege, and the air in this district tastes of copper...

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