The Golden Greenhouse

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The seal was broken. I stood in the rain. The mud sucked at my boots. The sky was gray. My name is Silas. I am a soldier. Or I was. The uniform is heavy. It is wet. I hold a piece of glass in my hand. It is small. It is sharp. It came from a window. A green window. I walked for three days. The road was empty. People looked away. They saw the blood on my sleeve. They saw the glass in my fist....

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