The Golden Greenhouse

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The letter lay on the desk, the paper yellowing at the corners, the ink faded to a brown that looked like dried blood. You read it twice, the words swimming slightly before your eyes, before you folded it into a square and placed it in your breast pocket. It was the notice of non-renewal, the final bureaucratic nail in the coffin of your thirty-year tenure at the Municipal Records Bureau. You...

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