The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Can a coat really eat? I asked the Head Administrator, Mr. Brodie, while he filled out the disposal form for Ewan’s boots, and he did not look up from his ink. He only stamped the paper, a heavy red thud that seemed to crack the silence of the glasshouse, and told me that the institution does not discuss the thermal properties of its garments. I am twelve years old, and I have...
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