The Golden Greenhouse

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I was standing at the center of the banquet, holding the glass terrarium like a shield, when the room stopped breathing. The air was heavy with roasting lamb and the damp wool of coats, a suffocating mix that pressed against my chest. I had spent three weeks saving every drachma to buy this small, verdant world for Mr. Papadopoulos, my director, believing that if I could just give him something...

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