The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-19 20:24:42 -

The dream always began with the smell of wet stone and rotting lilies. I woke in my small, damp room in the faculty tower, the air thick with the scent of mildew that had seeped through the cracks in the ancient mortar. My hands were trembling, not from the cold that gnawed at my bones through the thin wool of my shirt, but from the lingering phantom weight of the collar I had worn in my sleep....

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