The Golden Greenhouse
The dream began not with light, but with the taste of copper and rot, a metallic tang that coated my tongue and settled deep in the hollows of my throat, a flavor that was simultaneously medicinal and poisonous, sweet as honey and sharp as a blade. I was standing in the center of the Grand Atrium of the Imperial Institute of Botanical Sciences, a vast, cathedral-like space where the air was...
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