The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 04:19:00 -

The rain had not stopped for forty days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting a sky that refused to break, and I stood in the center of the square, my uniform soaked through to the skin, feeling the cold seep into my marrow like a slow-acting poison that was not meant to kill me but to preserve me in this state of...

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