The Golden Greenhouse
The inspection report sat on the heavy oak desk, its paper brittle as dried skin, smelling faintly of the chemical preservatives used in the archives of the old textile mill that now served as the municipal office, and I stared at the line item for the structural integrity of the municipal greenhouse, a section of the budget that had been marked in red ink by a hand I recognized not from the...
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