The Golden Greenhouse

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The brass of the lever is cold against your palm, a chill that travels up the forearm and settles, heavy and leaden, in the hollow of the chest, where the heart beats its slow, arrhythmic drum against the ribs like a trapped bird seeking an exit that does not exist. You stand before the main pressure valve of the Victorian steam engine, the great iron beast that has churned the lifeblood of the...

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