The Golden Greenhouse

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The sky did not fall, not exactly, but it turned the color of a bruised plum and hung low enough to touch the spires of the old clocktower, a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against the glass of the fourth-floor window where I sat, my hands trembling as they rested on the ledger. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a fluid, unreliable thing in the city, stretching...

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