The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the processing plant always tasted of ozone and wet copper, a metallic tang that settled deep in the throat and refused to leave, clinging to the tongue like a bad memory. We worked in the basement of the municipal water authority, a vast, vaulted cathedral of pipes and concrete where the city’s thirst was fed and filtered, where the machinery hummed a low, constant drone that...

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