The Golden Greenhouse

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"Cut it," said the Warden. His voice was dry. Like sand on stone. I looked at the glass. It was gold. No. Amber. Deep, thick amber. It caught the light from the high, narrow windows. The light was pale. Grey. November always is. I held the knife. It was small. Iron. Sharp. "Cut it," he repeated. I did not move. "Is there a problem, boy?" "I am cutting," I whispered. "You are holding. I said,...

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