The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was always the same. A greenhouse of gold leaf, walls transparent, holding a single, perfect apple. Elias woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the air in his small apartment thick with the smell of stale coffee and impending debt. He was thirty-four. His hands, once calloused from labor, were now soft and trembling, stained with the ink of unpaid bills. He wanted to sell the...

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