The Golden Greenhouse

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I woke from a dream of such profound and exhausting clarity that the morning light, pressing against the frosted glass of my workshop window, felt like an intrusion of the mundane into the sacred. In the dream, I had been standing in a field of asphodels that grew not from earth but from the rusted ribs of a decommissioned steam locomotive, and the flowers were breathing in unison, a low,...

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