The Golden Greenhouse
The glass is warm against your palm, a heat that does not belong to the autumn air outside, a heat that hums like a trapped bee, and you know, with a certainty that tastes like copper in the back of your throat, that you have been here before, in a life where the walls were thinner and the light was brighter. You are standing in the center of the administrative corridor of St. Jude’s Community...
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