The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream began not with light but with the smell of rotting peaches, a cloying, sweet stench that clung to the back of Margot’s throat like velvet soaked in vinegar. She stood in the center of the greenhouse, a vast and impossible structure that stretched out into a horizon of gray mist, its glass panes not reflecting the sky but displaying it, a swirling vortex of nebulae and distant, cold...

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