The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream was always the same. A dome of gold leaf, vast and trembling, enclosing a garden of impossible green. In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and rot. Elias Vane woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. It was Tuesday. The commission was due on Friday. He sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the wood creaking under his weight, and looked at his hands. They were...

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