The Golden Greenhouse

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The fluorescent light hummed a low, sick note that Giovanni Zito had come to know better than his own heartbeat, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his teeth as he sat in the windowless room, forty-two of Stonecutter Alley a distant memory now, replaced by the sterile, antiseptic smell of disinfectant and fear that clung to the linoleum floor. He wanted only his pension, the small,...

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