The Golden Greenhouse
The dream was not a dream but a persistent, humming frequency that had settled into the marrow of young Elias Thorne, a sound like the groan of a great iron spine being bent beyond its elastic limit, a vibration that began in the foundation of the municipal conservatory and traveled upward through the cracked terrazzo floors, through the rotting oak beams, and finally into the glass panes...
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