The Golden Greenhouse

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Thorne. The voice cut through the hum of the ventilation system. You turned. Director Vane stood in the doorway of the archive, his tie knotted with surgical precision. He did not look at your face. He looked at the clock on the wall. "Quarterly purge begins at four," Vane said. His voice was low, dry as parchment. "Your section is cleared. You have thirty minutes to collect your personal...

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