The Golden Greenhouse

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The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a digital shriek that tore through the sterile quiet of the basement archives. Margaret Holloway did not sleep. She never did, not truly. She sat on the edge of her cot, the wool blanket bunched in her hands, her knuckles white against the fraying threads. The air in the sub-basement of the Department of Municipal Preservation tasted of copper and old paper,...

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