The Golden Greenhouse

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The alert came at 04:14, a sharp, digital shriek that cut through the humid silence of the Ministry’s administrative bunker, where the air always tasted of recycled ozone and damp earth. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, counting the hours of service he had left on the clock, a ritual of precision that kept his hands steady while the red light of the emergency console pulsed against his face. The...

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