The Golden Greenhouse

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"You have forgotten how to bleed," the woman said. Her voice was dry, like leaves scraping across a flagstone. She stood in the doorway of the glasshouse, her silhouette framed by the pale, indifferent light of a winter afternoon. "Look at you. All skin and memory. No rust. No decay. You are too clean, Eleanor. And clean things do not belong in a garden." I did not answer. I could not. The...

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