The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass groaned under the weight of the gold, a sound like a bone snapping in the marrow, and I pressed my forehead against the icy pane to watch the flakes land, each one a perfect, crystalline shard of the city’s own refuse. The Overseer’s decree had arrived that morning, stamped in red ink, ordering the steam valves to be closed by noon to conserve coal for the municipal offices, a...

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