The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-21 11:15:01 -

"The roots are showing," said Elias. He did not look up from the trowel in his hand. The soil was black and wet, smelling of iron and old rain. I stood behind him, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of what I had seen. We were in the community garden, a rectangular patch of earth fenced in by rusted wire, situated on the edge of Millhaven where the factory smoke used to cling...

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