The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-20 18:32:24 -

I woke with the taste of copper and wet stone in my mouth, the kind of metallic tang that sticks to the back of the throat after a long fever, and I knew before I opened my eyes that the dream was still holding me, pinning my limbs to the earth as if I were a specimen under glass. I was standing in the greenhouse, or what was left of it, and the air was thick with the scent of rotting lilies...

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