The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain hammered the mud. It was a thick, grey sludge that sucked at their boots. Elias walked. His coat was heavy. It was green. Not a bright green. A deep, mossy, bruised green. It had been with him for twenty years. It was not a coat. It was a skin. It was a second self. He felt it breathe. He felt it think. The village was ahead. Smoke rose from the chimneys. It smelled of wet wood and...

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