The Golden Greenhouse
The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a shriek, a high-pitched whine that drilled into the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood in the center of the atrium, the shards of the skylight raining down around him like frozen rain, and he did not move. The city of Oakhaven lay below, a grid of grey concrete and flickering neon, but here, in the suspended garden of the old municipal building,...
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