The Golden Greenhouse
It was not the heat that undid the integrity of the brick, nor the humidity that warped the timber of the frame, but the sheer, suffocating weight of the expectation placed upon the institution of the state, a weight that settled into the marrow of my bones like a fine, metallic dust, and I stood before the heavy oak doors of the Central Bureau of Nutritional Compliance, my hands slick with the...
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