The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass is already cracking. You can hear it, a high-pitched whine that vibrates against your molars, a sound like a tuning fork struck against the edge of a table. You are standing in the center of the town square, under the skeletal arch of the old conservatory, and the wind is not blowing; it is pushing. It is a solid, grey wall of air that presses against your chest, trying to crush the...

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