The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 09:17:35 -

The glass was cracked. Not shattered. Just cracked. A long, thin vein of white running from the base of the left pane to the top of the right. It looked like a fracture in ice. It looked like a scar. I held the trowel. My hands were dirty. The soil was dry and grey. I was in the greenhouse. It was my greenhouse. Or it had been. "You're late," I said. No one answered. The air inside was thick....

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