The Golden Greenhouse
The collapse of the Great Glass Hall of St. Jude’s was not an explosion but a long, shuddering sigh, a catastrophic exhale of structural integrity that turned the sky into a mosaic of shattered diamonds falling like the tears of a weeping god upon the cobblestones of the industrial city of Oakhaven, where the air was thick with the taste of coal smoke and the metallic tang of blood, and I,...
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