The Golden Greenhouse

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You wake in the middle of a dream that smells of rust and ozone, a scent so potent it burns the back of your throat. The dream is not of a place, but of a mechanism, a vast, breathing clockwork suspended in a void of grey fog, where gears the size of cathedrals grind against one another with a silence that somehow registers as a deafening shriek. In this dream, you are not a man, but a...

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