The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 11:20:07 -

The coat was red. It hung on the hook by the door. A deep, arterial red. Wool. Heavy. It smelled of wet earth and old wool. It belonged to my father. He had worn it every day for thirty years. Every day. Rain or shine. He never took it off. Even in the heat of July. Even when the townsfolk whispered. Even when the church bells rang for the funeral. I am twelve. My name is Elias. I live in a...

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