The Golden Greenhouse

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The doctor’s coat smelled of bleach and old paper, a scent that had settled into the fibers of your skin long before you stopped pretending you were human. You stood in the hallway of the Whitmore estate, the air thick with the hum of a world that had decided you did not exist. Your mother, Eleanor, stood by the door, her hands trembling not with age, but with a violence she could no longer...

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