The Golden Greenhouse

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The fence was green. Not the green of grass, or leaves, or envy. It was the green of paint. Thick. Industrial. It coated the wire. It coated the posts. It coated the world beyond the perimeter. I stood at the gate. My badge hung heavy on my belt. It felt like an anchor. I was a guard. I was the wall. I was the eye that did not blink. The facility was a square of concrete in a field of mud. The...

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