The Golden Greenhouse
The first thing I lost was the color of my hands. It happened on a Tuesday, a day so ordinary that the universe seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of nothing in particular. I was standing in the center of the workshop, surrounded by the skeletal frames of greenhouses that I had spent the last decade building, and I looked down at my knuckles and saw that they had turned the exact,...
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