The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall smelled of boiled cabbage and stale tobacco. Edmund sat in the corner. His hands were still. He held a glove. It was black leather. It was thin. The thumb was worn through. The room was full. Men in gray suits sat at long tables. They ate. They spoke. The air was thick with smoke. It hung low. It settled on the shoulders of the men. Edmund did not eat. He looked at the glove....

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