The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the line between the asphalt of the precinct’s loading dock and the wet sky above, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but a damp, breathing box of concrete and steel. I stood there, my coat soaked through to the skin, the cold seeping into the marrow of my bones with a patience that felt almost...

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