The Golden Greenhouse

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Thorne. You’re late. The voice came from the back of the truck, where the air smelled of wet cardboard and rotting mulch. Elias Thorne did not turn around. He knew the shape of the silence better than he knew the lines of his own face, and he knew that if he looked, the golden light would be there, pulsing behind the glass of the rear window, waiting for him to acknowledge it. He gripped the...

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