The Golden Greenhouse

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"Look at the rust. It’s eating the bones." Thomas stood by the glass wall. The greenhouse was a cathedral of rot. Vines thick as a man’s arm strangled the iron ribs. The air inside was thick, sweet, and wrong. It smelled of wet earth and old blood. I stood beside him. We were the last two left. The others had gone back to the town, to the gas lamps and the coal smoke. They said the place was...

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