The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the Golden Greenhouse smelled of ozone and wet earth, a scent that had not changed in thirty years. Elias Thorne adjusted his collar, the fabric stiff with sweat, and checked his watch. It was 4:00 PM, the exact time the anomaly usually stabilized. He was a border patrol agent, twenty-two years of service, and this was his final inspection before retirement. The pension paperwork sat...

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