The Golden Greenhouse
The invoice for the reinforced glass panels sits on the workbench, its weight negligible, its cost catastrophic. Fourteen thousand dollars, plus tax, for a roof that is currently leaking sap instead of rain. You count the days remaining until the bank’s foreclosure notice expires. Twenty-eight. Then twenty-seven. The numbers tick down with the mechanical indifference of a metronome in an empty...
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