The Golden Greenhouse

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March 12 The basement office smells of damp paper and rot. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and a municipal archivist. For the last three weeks, this smell has been my only companion. I sit at my desk, the wood warped by the humidity that seeps up through the concrete floor. In front of me lies a single sheet of carbon-copy receipt, yellowed and brittle. It is the only proof I have that I did not...

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