The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass broke before the light did. I stood in the center of the atrium. Shards. A thousand crystalline teeth. They glittered on the stone floor, a mosaic of failure. My hands shook. Not from cold. From vibration. The air hummed. A low frequency. It pressed against my eardrums. I felt it in my molars. This is not a greenhouse. It is a cage. I had been a clerk. Before this. I sorted papers. I...

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