The Golden Greenhouse

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The name is called out, sharp and thin, cutting through the hum of the ventilation units. "Elias. Step away from the console." You turn. Mr. Vance stands at the edge of the atrium, his reflection ghosting in the glass walls that enclose your world. He does not look at you. He looks at the orchid, a pale, trembling thing suspended in a pot of sterile soil, its leaves curling inward like a fist....

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