The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was not real, but the sound of it shattering against the temple was loud enough to wake me with a start, my heart hammering against the cold sheets. I sat up in the dark, the air in the room thick with the smell of stale varnish and fear, and looked at my hands. They were stained yellow, not with dirt, but with gold leaf, the delicate flakes stuck to the creases of my knuckles and the...

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