The Golden Greenhouse

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The furnace roars. It is a low, tectonic groar that vibrates in the marrow of your shins. You are twelve years old, and your lungs feel like they are filled with hot sand. The air in the Vane Estate greenhouse is thick, humid, and smells of sulfur and old pine. This is the sealed space, the ancient glass dome where the light does not change with the seasons. You stand before the glory hole, the...

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