The Golden Greenhouse

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The mark is a scar. It runs from left eye to right cheek. I see it in the mirror. The glass is cold. The room is dark. I am here. The year is old. We call it the Time of Dust. The sun does not burn. It bleaches. Everything is white. The fields are white. The roads are white. The sky is a sheet. I remember the greenhouse. It was green. Not the green of leaves. The green of deep water. The green...

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