The Golden Greenhouse

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The morning Margot left, the sky over the industrial district was the color of bruised plums, a heavy, suffocating violet that pressed down upon the corrugated iron roofs of the textile mills. She did not look back at the house, nor at the garden where the ivy had grown wild and thick, nor at the small, glass-paneled structure at the edge of the property that her father had built with his own...

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