The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was cold. Elias pressed his forehead against it. The air inside was thick, humid, smelling of rotting petals and old earth. Outside, the November wind screamed. It tore at his coat. He did not shiver. He had stopped shivering days ago. The house was silent. It had been silent for years. He turned back to the room. The wallpaper was peeling. Yellowed strips curled like dead leaves. A...

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