The Golden Greenhouse

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I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was thick. It was old. My hands were shaking. They were shaking badly. I looked at them. They were covered in dirt. The dirt was black and dry. I was standing in a field. It was a field of dead grass. The sky was white. It was not white like snow. It was white like a sheet. It was a sheet that had been pulled over a face. I was not alone. There...

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