The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 12:16:31 -

The glass shattered in my dream, a sound like a thousand ice crystals snapping under a heavy boot. It was a cold, brittle noise, devoid of warmth, echoing through the high, vaulted ceiling of the conservatory. I stood in the center of the room, my boots heavy on the damp stone floor, looking at the hole where the sun used to be. The air smelled of ozone and rotting leaves, a scent that had...

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