The Golden Greenhouse
The first thing Thomas Ashworth noticed was the hum. It was a low, mechanical thrum, vibrating in the soles of his shoes, rising through the concrete floor of the basement unit where he kept his inventory. It was not the familiar, comforting buzz of the ventilation system, nor the rhythmic clanking of the elevator shaft above. It was a new frequency, a tight, metallic tension that seemed to...
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