The Golden Greenhouse
March 12, 2024 I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the phantom weight of a sword still heavy in my hands. In the dream, I was a gladiator in a glass office, fighting a reflection that moved with a half-second delay, its eyes hollow and mocking. I am forty-two, a mid-level actuary at Meridian Reinsurance, and I have spent the last decade trying to shed the skin of that boy who needed...
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