The Golden Greenhouse

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The rain had a texture, thick and oily, like the residue left after a grease fire. Elias Thorne lay in his cot, staring at the water-stained ceiling of the municipal dormitory, and dreamed of glass. It was not a dream of clarity. It was a dream of brittleness. In his sleep, he saw the Grand Conservatory of Oakhaven, the heart of the town’s pride, shattering not with a crash, but with a sigh....

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