The Golden Greenhouse
The train pulls into the station just as the fog begins to lift from the valley floor, a slow exhalation of grey mist that reveals the skeletal frame of the observatory perched on the ridge. You stand on the platform, your coat collar turned up against a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. You are leaving. This is the first fact of your day, and it is the hardest one to carry. You do...
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