The Golden Greenhouse
The Green Hum started as a tickle in the back of my throat, a low-frequency vibration that I mistook for a sinus infection before the first molar gave way. I am Arthur, forty-two, a clerk in the Ministry of Agricultural Aesthetics, and I want to keep my job by proving the new Director’s theory that soil color predicts loyalty. The Ministry sits in a brick edifice that smells of wet chalk and...
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