The Golden Greenhouse

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Immacolata Grieco pressed her shoulder against the warped oak frame, the wood groaning a low, resonant note that vibrated through her boots as she tried to wedge the lead sash back into its groove. The air inside the Golden Greenhouse was thick with the damp rot of overripe tomatoes and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that clung to the back of her throat no matter how often she wiped...

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