The Golden Greenhouse
March 12 The glass pane in the north corner of the Golden Greenhouse had developed a hairline fracture, a spiderweb of white stress lines that caught the weak afternoon sun and scattered it into painful shards. I pressed my thumb against the cold surface, feeling the vibration of the wind outside, and watched the ferns shiver in response to my touch. They were dying, or perhaps they were just...
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