The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass did not break; it exhaled. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the Vane Chemical Works’ experimental annex, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and wet earth, watching as the pane opposite him rippled like the surface of a pond disturbed by a stone. He adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims cold against his temples, and noted the time on the wall clock: four minutes past ten,...

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