The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream, which had lasted for three days and which I could not shake off even when the morning light from the factory windows cut through the dust motes like a cold surgical blade, told me that the Grand Conservatory of the Whitmore Estate was not made of glass but of frozen honey, a thick, amber sludge that held the air in a suspended breath, and that inside this sticky, golden prison, the...

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