The Golden Greenhouse
You are bleeding into the mud, a warm red thread connecting your flesh to the cold, indifferent earth, and the first thing you notice is not the pain, but the silence, a heavy, suffocating quiet that presses against your eardrums like deep water, and in that silence you hear the crack of a branch under a heavy boot, the sound of something large and terrible moving through the grey, skeletal...
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