The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-21 15:43:59 -

The rain did not fall; it was imposed. It hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the municipal greenhouse with a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like a mechanical piston, a relentless, industrial pounding that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the atrium, my uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool of the constable’s coat clinging to me...

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