The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream begins with the smell of sulfur and wet wool. I am standing in a room that stretches into infinity. The floor is made of glass. Beneath my feet, I can see the roots of a tree. The roots are black. They are pulsing. I know this room. I have built it with my hands. I am a maker of things. I make the air taste of copper. I make the light bend around corners. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I...

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