The Golden Greenhouse
The truck’s suspension groaned as it hit the washboard dirt, a sound that felt less like metal and more like a bone breaking. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you have been driving for six hours through the Chihuahuan Desert, the sun beating down on the cab until the air inside shimmers with heat distortion. Your hand rests on the dashboard, white-knuckled, gripping the leather...
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