The Golden Greenhouse

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The button was cold, colder than the steel desk it rested upon, and it smelled of wet wool and old copper. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the slight ridge where the thread had once been tied, and I waited for the light to fade. It did not. Instead, the greenish luminescence that usually hovered like a faint mist over the effects of the dead here in the Municipal Bureau of...

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