The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One The air in the old quarter did not move, yet it weighed upon the lungs like wet wool. Jerzy Piotrowski stood in the rain outside the Golden Greenhouse, a structure of glass and iron that defied the season by remaining perpetually warm and blooming despite the winter. He held the demolition order in a waterproof sleeve, the paper inside soft and yielding against his thumb. The task...
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