The Golden Greenhouse

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In the dream you are standing in a corridor that stretches so far it becomes a horizon, a long, gray line of institutional damp that seeps into the soles of your boots, and you know with the cold, absolute certainty of a man who has spent thirty years wearing a badge that you are expected to be somewhere else, that you are expected to be holding the line, to be the unyielding stone against...

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