The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass breaks first. Not shatters. Not explodes. Just breaks. A long, clean fracture runs down the center of the pane. Then another. Then the whole thing goes soft, like ice in a summer sun. You watch it happen. You do not move. Your hands are in your pockets. They are empty. They have been empty for three days. You are in the greenhouse. It is Tuesday. The air smells of wet earth and rust....

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