The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 02:22:03 -

The van smelled of wet wool and old diesel, a scent that had seeped into the upholstery so thoroughly it felt like a second skin. I adjusted the mirror, catching my own eye, tired and rimmed with red, and checked the road ahead. It was a straight stretch of asphalt cutting through the moor, the sky above a bruised purple that promised rain but delivered only a damp, clinging mist. Beside me,...

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