The Golden Greenhouse

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The oak tree in the courtyard was on fire. Not burning. Burning. You watch from the window of Room 4B. The flames are green. This is impossible. You are Margaret. You work at the Ministry of Botanical Continuity. It is a cold day. The heat does not reach you. You press your face to the glass. The leaves are emerald. The bark is ash. Your heart stops. Then it starts again. You know why. Everyone...

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