The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and the distinct, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to hang in the air like a thick, invisible fog, a scent that clung to the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the expensive champagne or the polite, hollow laughter of the guests who moved through the room in a slow, deliberate dance of social obligation, their faces illuminated by the...

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