The Golden Greenhouse

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Rehema’s hands were buried in the wet, black soil of the central bed, pressing the roots of a dying fig cutting into the earth with a force that felt less like gardening and more like an apology. The frost had killed the late beans three days prior, leaving the ground stiff and cracked, and now the greenhouse glass, usually a shimmering veil of gold, felt cold against her palms as she wiped the...

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