The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink did not dry so much as it sank, a black vein spreading through the porous white skin of the contract that lay between my trembling hands and the cold, unyielding surface of the mahogany desk in the corner office of the Meridian Institute for Behavioral Correction, where the air was so still and heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and old paper that I felt the weight of my own...

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