The Golden Greenhouse

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You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It smells of wax. It smells of old stone. It smells of fear. The chandelier burns. It hangs above you. It is a cage of light. Gold filigree. Cold stars. You are the Chief of Security. You are the sword. You are the shield. You are the man who holds the door. They are eating. They are drinking. The clink of glass. The murmur of voices. High society. Silk...

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