The Golden Greenhouse

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The concrete was wrong, Elias thought, watching the mixer churn in the yard, the gray slurry sloshing against the drum with a sound like wet sand being dragged across gravel. He was twelve years old, and his hands were already stained with the alkaline burn of the mix, a stinging tightness in the knuckles that he ignored because his father was watching him. The Harvest Gala was three days away,...

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