The Golden Greenhouse
The glass does not break, it merely forgets how to hold together, and then you realize that the weight of the air in the sealed Greenhouse has changed, pressing against your eardrums with the density of deep water. "Major Halloway, the ledger is incomplete." Your voice sounds thin, stripped of the gravel it usually carries after a long shift on the border line, where the wind scours the skin...
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