The Golden Greenhouse

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The truck idles outside the glasshouse, its engine a low, persistent drone that vibrates through the soles of your boots. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are alone with the last viable seed of the *Aureus Cordis*, a plant that should not exist. The air inside is thick, heavy with the scent of rot and gold, a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat. You watch the truck...

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