The Golden Greenhouse

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Miles woke in the dark. He was not in his bed. He stood in a garden of glass. The air was thick. It smelled of wet earth and ozone. Vines twisted around the iron ribs of the dome. They were not green. They were gold. They pulsed with a slow, arterial light. Miles touched a leaf. It was warm. It hummed against his palm. He had been dreaming of this place for years. He had carried it across the...

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