The Golden Greenhouse

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"Put it down." I did not. "Put. It. Down." My hand was shaking. The brass was warm. It hummed against my palm, a low, steady vibration that traveled up my wrist and settled in my elbow. It was the only thing that was still. The room was not still. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and wet wool. "Commander, I need you to understand," I said. My voice sounded thin. "This isn't a weapon....

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