The Golden Greenhouse
Thorne. The voice came from the door, thin and reedy, not quite a human sound but close enough to make Elias Thorne flinch. He did not turn. He was busy calibrating the humidity sensors in Sector Four, the linoleum floor cold and damp against his socks, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and ozone. It was October 14, 1998, and the Golden Greenhouse had been open for three days. The...
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