The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-22 15:01:11 -

I woke with the taste of iron and rot in my mouth, the air thick as wet wool. I was standing in the center of a vast, circular room that smelled of ozone and crushed lavender. There was no door. There was no window. There was only the light, a pale, sickly gold that seemed to seep from the stones themselves, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. In the center of the floor lay...

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