The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I The border does not hold; it leaks. Alice Tillman stood at the perimeter of the Golden Greenhouse, a stretch of Appalachian hollows where the north light never quite set, hanging low and amber over the empty field. She was forty-two, a border vet turned enforcement officer, and she needed one clean interception to save her pension fund, which had been raided by the central command three...

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