The Golden Greenhouse

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The form lay on the glass table, a white rectangle of absurdity in the center of the room. Major Elias Thorne stared at it, his left hand resting on the edge, fingers twitching like insects under ice. The paper was heavy, high-security stock, designed to withstand water and fire, and yet it looked fragile enough to dissolve if he breathed on it. He had come to sign it. He had come to release...

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