The Golden Greenhouse

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You walk the perimeter. Your boots crunch on the frost-hardened gravel. The air is thin. It bites your lungs. You are a soldier. You hold a rifle. It is heavy. It is cold. You hold it tight. The Greenhouse stands before you. It is not glass. It is gold. The panes are sheets of molten metal, cooled into perfect transparency. Light bends inside it. It does not shine. It hums. A low, electrical...

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