The Golden Greenhouse

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I am a man who eats his own history. It is a bitter taste. Copper and ash. I remember the smell of the greenhouse. Not the plants. The air. Stagnant. Sweet. Rotted. The order came down from the top. Command. A single line of text on a screen that glowed with a sickly blue light. Secure the perimeter. Contain the anomaly. Do not engage unless provoked. Do not open the vents. I stood at the...

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