The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream of the rotting fruit had settled into her bones before the door opened, a heavy, wet pressure in her chest that smelled of overripe persimmons and damp earth. Soo-ah Yoon stood in the hallway of twenty-three of Corvid Lane, her bare feet cold on the linoleum, and watched Mr. Park lean against the frame, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. He did not ask how she was; he...

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