The Golden Greenhouse
The coat is green. It is a violent, acidic green. You wear it every day. It smells of rain and old wool. The city is grey. The sky is grey. Your face is grey. You are a thing that does not fit. You are a ghost in a suit. No, not a suit. A uniform. The badge is gold. It shines on your chest. It looks like a sun. It looks like a coin. People look at you. They do not see you. They see the coat....
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