The Golden Greenhouse
The greenhouse stands in the center of the atrium like a glass ribcage, pulsing with the sterile, aggressive green of growth that is not wanted, not asked for, but simply happens, and you are standing inside it, not because you have been invited, but because you have been locked in, the heavy brass door clicking shut with a finality that sounds less like a mechanical action and more like the...
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