The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream always began with the weight of it. Not the physical weight, which was negligible, a thin sheet of glass no thicker than a fingernail, but the moral weight. It pressed against my sternum, a cold, green stone that refused to dissolve. In the dream, I was standing in the garden of the manor house on Blackwood Lane, the one where I had served as a groundskeeper for the final, desperate...

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