The Golden Greenhouse

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The greenhouse was not a garden. It was a cage. Glass walls held the heat in, thick and wet, smelling of rotting soil and old sweat. Sergeant Elias Thorne wiped his brow with a forearm. His shirt was soaked. The air inside the facility felt heavy, pressing against his eardrums. "Stand down," said Major Halloway. His voice was flat. Dry. Like sand on a rock. Elias did not move. His hand rested...

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