The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors where the reflection of the sky seemed to rot before your eyes, and you stood there, your boots soaking through, your uniform stiff with dampness, waiting for the door to open, waiting for the sound of the lock, waiting for the moment when the air inside...

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