The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I The valley floor was a grid of wind turbines and walnut groves, a landscape that shifted its mind with the seasons, turning from green to brown to a pale, sickly yellow by November. In the shadow of the offshore wind farm, where the salt air rusted the iron gates of the border post, the machinery of control ground on. Fatima Rustom, thirty-four, stood at the gate, her fingers wrapped...

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