The Golden Greenhouse
The fluorescent lights of the Ministry of Agrarian Stability hum with a frequency that vibrates directly in the roots of your teeth, a sterile, white-tiled purgatory where the air smells of bleach and fear. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a refugee from the old regime who has crossed the border with nothing but the dirt under his fingernails and the name of his younger brother, Julian, burning...
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