The Golden Greenhouse
The glass did not shatter so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh of crystalline dust that coated the cobblestones of the district in a fine, glittering shroud, and in that moment of suspended particulate matter, I realized that the boundary between the inside of the conservatory and the outside of the world had not been breached but dissolved, leaving me standing in the center of a...
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