The Golden Greenhouse

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The air smells of ozone and burnt sugar. You stand at the edge of the clearing. The trees are black. They do not sway. They watch. The ground is soft. It gives way under your boots. You are tired. Your uniform is heavy. It is made of a fabric that feels like wet wool. It does not dry. You do not sweat. You do not feel cold. You feel nothing but the weight. Behind you, the gate closes. It is a...

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