The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream is not a place but a pressure, a heavy, humid weight that sits directly on your chest, pressing the air out of your lungs until you are gasping for breath in a silence that has a texture, like wet wool. You are standing in a room that is entirely green, not the green of leaves or grass, but the green of deep water, of old jade, of the light that filters through a forest canopy at...

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