The Golden Greenhouse

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The debt was not a number, but a weight in the air, a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand up before I could even see the notice pinned to the clinic door. I remember the smell of the waiting room first, that thick, medicinal mix of iodine and stale sweat that clung to the broken chairs, a scent that had seeped into the fabric of my clothes since I was old enough to walk. I was...

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