The Golden Greenhouse

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The road was not a road, but a ribbon of grey static that unwound into the fog. Elias drove the truck, his hands white-knuckled on the wheel, the leather creaking under the strain of his grip. He was a man built for order, for the clean lines of a uniform and the precise weight of a badge, but here, in this place where the air tasted of ozone and old copper, he was just a driver. Just a man...

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