The Golden Greenhouse
The parchment of the final notice, stamped with the town seal of Oakhaven, lay on the table between us like a dead insect, its language of zoning violations and structural instability cold and precise against the warm, humming pulse of the greenhouse that stood just beyond the window, a structure that had, over the last ten years, grown so thoroughly into my own flesh that to separate it from...
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