The Golden Greenhouse

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The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A jagged, electric shriek that tore the night apart, waking you with a start, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. You were on your feet before the echo faded. The room was dark, but you knew the layout by memory, by the ache in your shin where the table leg bit into you years ago. You knew the weight of the uniform hanging on the...

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