The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 18:23:21 -

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and old paper. Thomas sat at the head of the long mahogany table. His hands were trembling. He looked at the silverware. It gleamed like teeth. He looked at the guests. They were smiling. They were eating. The cake was a monstrous tower of sponge and icing. It rose up in the center of the room like a monument to something forgotten. "Cut the cake," said...

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