The Golden Greenhouse

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You wake in a dream that smells of wet concrete and diesel. The air is thick. It tastes like metal. You are standing in a greenhouse. It is made of glass. The glass is dirty. Cracks run through it like veins. Inside, the plants are dying. They are brown. They are brittle. They are not green. You look at your hands. They are red. There is dirt under your fingernails. You do not remember how you...

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