The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink on my thumb had dried into a permanent, violet stain, a testament to the relentless, mechanical rhythm of the Bureau’s records room. I sat at the heavy oak desk, the surface scarred by decades of quill scratches and the damp rings of cold tea, and listened to the clock in the corner tick with the precise, unforgiving regularity of a metronome counting down the seconds of my life....

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