The Golden Greenhouse

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Act I "Did you sign it, or did the wind?" I asked, my hand still resting on the cold brass of the door handle. The wind off the plateau was not a metaphor; it was a physical weight that pressed against my chest, smelling of wet stone and dried horse hair. I am Pilar Herrera, a clerk of the third class, and I had spent the last three years in the shadow of the Golden Greenhouse. It stood in the...

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