The Golden Greenhouse

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Ali Moradi carried the crate of orchids up the hill, his hands slick with the red sap that oozed from the stems, the weight of the wood pressing against his shoulders as he navigated the uneven stones of the caravanserai path. The air smelled of dry earth and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of his throat, while the bamboo hills to the north swallowed the sound of his footsteps,...

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