The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 05:40:54 -

The dream tasted of copper. Walter woke on the cold floor. The air was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old bread. He sat up. His head throbbed. He was in a cellar. The walls were made of brick. No, not brick. Glass. Green glass. Light filtered through. It was dim. It was green. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He wore a grey suit. The tie was loose. He remembered the office. He...

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