The Golden Greenhouse

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You leave the gate behind you. It clicks shut. The sound is final. You are a prisoner. You are a sinner. You walk into the glass. The air is thick. It smells of rot and sugar. The world outside is gone. You are in the Greenhouse. It is endless. The vines are black. They pulse. They breathe. You are not alone. A figure sits on a bench. He wears a robe. It is tattered. He is old. His face is a...

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