The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain did not fall so much as it was delivered, a cold, precise static that buzzed against the tactical visor of my helmet, turning the world into a smear of wet concrete and sodium vapor, and I stood there in the center of the abandoned greenhouse, holding the vial of liquid that pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light, feeling the weight of it not in my hand but in the hollow cavity of my...

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