The Golden Greenhouse

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The inspector’s hand hovered over the glass, fingers twitching as if he could feel the hum before he touched it. Philippe stood on the porch, watching the man in the gray coat approach the polytunnel. It was week two of the strike, and the air smelled of wet tar and diesel. The Municipal Sanitation Board had issued the order on Tuesday. By Friday, the greenhouse would be gone. Philippe’s...

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