The Golden Greenhouse
The brass plaque on the front door of the municipal library had been polished so frequently that the letters were barely visible, worn down to a faint, ghostly impression in the metal. It read PROPERTY OF THE CITY OF ARLINGTON, but the word property seemed to be eroding, the edges softening as if the concept itself were losing its solidity. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hands hanging...
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