The Golden Greenhouse

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The sky split open like a bruised plum. I was in the field. The corn was high. It whispered against my uniform. I heard the crack. I felt the heat. Then the silence. The silence was heavy. It pressed on my ears. I looked up. The sky was gone. In its place was glass. Green glass. It stretched to the horizon. It hummed. The hum was in my teeth. In my bones. I stood. My legs shook. The corn lay...

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