The Golden Greenhouse
You are standing in the center of the greenhouse, the glass panes around you vibrating with a low, subsonic hum that you feel not in your ears but in the marrow of your bones, and you are trying to remember the name of the man who taught you how to graft the apple trees, a skill that has become as essential to your breathing as the air itself, though the air here is thick with the scent of...
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