The Golden Greenhouse

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The coat is the first thing to go. You remember the weight of it, the way it settled on your shoulders like a verdict. It was a heavy thing, woolen and dark, smelling of cedar and old rain. You bought it in a market that didn’t appear on any map you had ever seen, a place where the air tasted of copper and the sun hung low and stagnant. The seller, a woman with hands like dried roots, had not...

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