The Golden Greenhouse

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The train cut through the gray mist like a scalpel, separating the world into before and after. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class car, his spine rigid against the vinyl seat. He was not thinking. He was calibrating. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference that grated on his nerves. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each second was a unit of time he had failed to...

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