The Golden Greenhouse

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The shears bit into the stem with a sound like a knuckle cracking. You pulled the branch free, and the air in the greenhouse shivered, thick with the scent of ozone and rot. Your mother, three miles down the valley in the stone cottage, coughed, a wet, rattling sound that you felt in your own ribs before you heard it. You knew the rule. The vines here, in this glasshouse built by monks who died...

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