The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass shattered. Not all at once. It broke in a sequence, a rhythmic cascade of failure that sounded like rain on a tin roof, then a single, sharp crack, then silence. I stood in the center of the atrium. My hands were still. The dust settled on my shoulders, gray and fine as ash. The structure remained. The steel bones held. The shattered panes lay in a glittering field around me,...

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